In the forest, when it’s night
when the stars give out their light,
a barking owl sits on a limb
moonbeams shining down on him.
With his screechy woof-woof sound,
he calls out to the hunting hound
in the forest, among the trees
out of reach of the nighttime breeze.
In the forest, when the dark
silences the meadowlark,
the woof of the barking owl–
only sound from birds on the prowl.
cCopyright, 2013, Freeda Baker Nichols
Note: This is a Quatrain, with rhyme scheme aabb.