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.
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