Throughout day the sun will shine
within night the moon will climb,
Out my window an owl does peer
unto this night crisp and clear.
On the wing of this bird I cling
over the moon together we sing,
Piercing eyes onto the prey
down from above from where it lay.
Grasping into deep and quick
soaring up the candle’s wick,
Claiming night before the day
wake in morn from where I lay.