Ode to Owl

By Hayley Ranae

At two in the morning
When everyone's asleep
I lay awake
Listening 
To a symphony of sounds 
That bless my ears 
When I alone, am up to hear
This owl of mine
He hoots and coos
Sometimes earning a croak or creak from the frog that lives in 
The front bushes 
Or the train that passes by,
Nowhere close to here,
And lets out a warning cry
That this owl of mine 
Can’t quite chirp 
A lullaby, of sorts,
And a reminder
That I should be dreaming
Like the rest of the world

Hayley Ranae is a Midwest-born writer, whose passion for literature began at age six, following recognition at the Illinois Young Author’s Conference.

Since, she’s continued to develop her craft in California.