The snowy white owl snug in her nest,
woke at the first ray of silvery moon.
As she spreads her wings,
she sees out of the corner of her eye,
her dinner. Soring through the dead air,
she grabs her prey to it's doom.
The snowy white owl is not satisfied with just a mouse. But nothing is left. For her home is caged,
and people peer in almost everyday.
Oh how she wishes she was wild and free.
