The Barn Owl

Twas the night of Hallow's Eve,
A time of fear and fright.
And out there over darkened fields,
Is a ghost that haunts the night.

As towns begin to bustle,
Costumed revellers take to the street.
But in the sticks there is no sound,
'part from the phantom's shriek.

The temperature begins to plummet,
The stars light up the skies.
But out there shrunk in hedgerow deep,
A creature fears for his demise.

To be seen is to face certain death,
Its a dangerous game to play.
Best to keep head down and hide,
If he's to see another day.

The phantom roams the midnight air,
Looking to claim another soul.
A face of brightest white they say,
And eyes like blackened coal.

It is said you cannot hear it,
Don't see till it's too late.
The only time its presence dawns,
Is when delivering you your fate.