The Owl That Misses The Moon

The Sun bids adieu
as the moon slowly peeks
and the blanket of blue sky is replaced
with darkness
and a hint of sparkles
and more, glistening, as the hour creeps.

It is awaken, by the darkness of the night.
Its two big eyes, opened;
ready to swallow the world.
So many seen,
so many heard
but none is comparable to you.

Spreading its wings,
taking over the sky.
Sweeping the stars away
trailing a gloomy song.
Hooting for the moon,
every beautiful night.
You stupid, silly owl.


1907 hours (16/10/09)

Notes : understand.