Scary stuff.

A silent white shadow

A ghost on the breeze

Adrift in the air

I sail through the trees

A phantom a spectre

I scare girls and boys

In the darkness of night

An uncanny noise

Their eyes wide and staring

They listen for me

Envisioning demons

Or ghostly banshee

I’m spooky I’m scary

And what’s more, to boot

I’m an owl I don’t care

I just don’t give a hoot

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