Owl’s Wisdom: Nighttime Conversations

Beneath the moonlit canvas, in the hush of the night,
A wise old owl, perched in celestial light.
Feathers of twilight, a cloak of soft down,
A guardian of secrets in the nocturnal town.

Silent wings stretched wide, an aerial ballet,
Through the tapestry of stars, she finds her way.
Amidst the ancient branches, she takes her seat,
A sage of the shadows, her wisdom complete.

Her eyes, two orbs of amber, radiant and bright,
Hold the stories of ages, the tales of the night.
In the velvety darkness, where the stars softly gleam,
She unravels the mysteries, like a spectral dream.

She speaks in riddles, a language arcane,
Whispering secrets that dance with the rain.
The rustle of leaves, the wind’s soft caress,
Her nocturnal council, a gathering in darkness.

“O wise one,” I inquire, in the stillness profound,
“Share with me the wisdom in your heart, unbound.”
With a solemn nod, she imparts her decree,
The secrets of the universe, known only to she.

“Listen to the wind, as it weaves through the trees,
It carries the songs of the ancient, the melodies.
In the quiet of…