Mom had just turned out the kitchen light as we were preparing to go to bed, when we heard the owl. He sounded loud, like he was just outside the dining room window. I leaned over the sink in the darkened kitchen to look sideways through the window, and there was a little owl perched on top of the birdhouse attached to the porch pillar. We could see him clearly by the light from the dining room window only a few feet from where he was. He ruffled his feathers, and hooted. “It’s a screech owl,” Mom whispered. We watched him for a while, and then when I tried to get a closer look by peeking through the drapes on the dining room window, he flew away into the night darkness.
THE LITTLE SCREECH OWL
The little screech owl flew high in the tree.
He wanted to see how far he could see.
He looked to the left. He looked to the right.
He looked all around, all through the night.
He saw a great horned owl standing tall.
He puffed and stretched, but still felt small.
The great horned owl looked very wise.
The little owl tried, but it strained his eyes.
There were lots of things that screech owls knew;
The little screech owl knew what to do.
He knew he was smart and fast and cute,
He’d just be himself, and not give a hoot!