After my sister's saw a poem by friend of mine they insisted that there poems shall go on the blog as well, so here they are...
I come out at night
high in the sky- searching below for any movement
I spot a mouse a mile away
I fly down swiftly
I caught a meal and flew off without a sound
I am the Owl
At night I come out of hiding searching
for food that is lurking in the
shadows of the moon.
I lie down in
the tall grass waiting for my next move.
I howl and yelp to call in the rest
of the pack to say dinner is served
I am the coyote.