Nocturnal Gaurdians

Nocturnal Guardians

Silent shadows, wise and deep, Guardians of the night they keep. With piercing eyes that see the dark, They soar through skies, a silent mark.

A hoot, a cry, a mournful sound, As they patrol their hunting ground. With feathered wings, they swiftly glide, A silent presence, side by side.

In ancient tales, they've been revered, A symbol of wisdom, oft inferred. Their silent watch, a constant plea, For peace and quiet, wild and free.