CLASS 4th - POEM - [THE OWL]

 At night ,when all is still ,

The forest's sentinel 

Glides silently across the hill .

And perches in an old pine tree ,

A friendly presence his !

No harm can come

From night bird on the prowl.

CLASS 4th  - POEM  -  [THE OWL]

His cry is mellow.

Much softer then a peacock's call.

Why then this fear of owls.

Calling in the night ?

If men must speak,

Then owls must hoot-

They have the right.

On me it casts no spell:

Rather , it seems to cry.

"The night is good-all's well, all;s well."


       AUTHOR -

    Ruskin Bond

      


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