The Night Watchman Poem by Dorothy Sinha

'Wifey', cried the owl
Serene is thy howl
You're the best singer in town
He added with a frown

The cacophony of your screeches
reverberate in the branches
Thy shrill cry, what an ecstatic delight!
pierces the silence of the night

The rise and fall, what finesse!
Oh! makes me grimace
Thy loud resonance
deserves reverence

Thy moonlike face, my owly
is simply lovely
Thy screeching howl
Gives sleepless nights to a sleepy owl!