The Owl

When the day has gone
See him waking
From now until the dawn
Time is his
And from the bough he starts his silent glide
From the thicket to the ground
With eyes that see all
And haunted call
Finds palace on a hill
All is still
Wings through an archway, settles on the steps
See the marble in the moonlight
When the sky (has/is) (star?)
Seek your home
And o’er the valley in the misty morn
See his shadow he is gone