silent in the twilight, a ghost we seldom see. adorned in sombre brown and white, i spy him in the trees.
he hunts when day and night are crossed, betwixt them hidden in his bed. away from sun and nightfall's frost, hidden safe above my head.
over Britain's lands you roam Barn owl, Screech owl, Tylluan wen, you who loves to make your home in the forgotten halls of men.