Night Owl

Sitting by her open window Was a girl deep in thought, Lost within a book of Poe A perfect poem she sought With a curious eye He watches her pen, For she gives it a try Every now and then He will visit her forevermore In silent hours of midnight, Casting his shadow on her floor Within the full moonlight Mysterious, nocturnal bird Calling out to darkened land, Speaking such wise word Which I cannot understand I am lonely, I must confess It's just you, me and the moon, You are much like me, I guess So, please sing me another tune A messenger of death Wailing songs of a banshee, Has my grim reaper cometh Was this warning meant for me? My soul was projected In the shadow of a fowl, A raven I had expected Not the silhouette of an owl!