The owl.

The owl.

I saw the nocturnal bird,
sitting in a cote of a tree.
The bird was hooting
as if it wanted to be free.

The bird was the messenger
of the dark night.
who knew only the dark side,
not the bright light.

Its eyes bore only the lights
of stars and moon.
But they were devoid of
rising of the sun at noon.

It knew the obscurity of the night
as it found the night eerie.
It couldn't get the fathom of its depth
So it wanted to be free.