The evening falls.
Bird calls
Gradually fade.
The woodland glade
Resounds to the owl’s cry.
I sigh
And read on.
Another day has gone.
And now tis poetry
And me.
(The birds of the day are, to my mind, very different from the owl. As day ends, the night bird resumes his throne, and the birds of the day are silent until the morrow).
K Morris - Poet 
I adored your poem Kevin, and you’ve inspired me to write a piece.
Morning birds sing, but do not see
By day, he looks like a tree
A lonely Tawny Frog-mouth Owl
By night you hear wisdom howl
Many thanks for your comment, Ivor. I am pleased you like my poem and thank you for your response. Best – Kevin
Very nice!
Thank you!
Nice poem! You’ve just given me a bit of inspiration. Keep up the good work!
Thank you. I’m pleased that I have inspired you. Good luck with your writing. Best – Kevin
You’re welcome and thank you.