The owl sits perched upon the barn door

Waiting ever so patiently for his time to score

The mouse wakes up with an aching in his stomach

He peeks outside to the world and spots a peice of cheese

He knows the cheese would please his need

The owl still watching knows this is his time to feed

He watches the mouse come out into the night

Because of his size the owls knows he can not be quick

So he knows for this he must be slick

He waits until the mouse gets the cheese for he knows too the mouse has needs too

He swoops down and grabs the mouse in his big sharp talons

The mouse squeaks with fear but it is too late

His time has come

His end is near

The owl flys to the nearest tree

And takes his prize proudly

He sits upon the tree with his belly full of delight

And waits silently in the shadows for his time to shine again.