moonbirds

His velvet wing sweeps through the night:

With magic of his wondrous sight

Moonbirds

By Proof

He oversees his vast domain,

And king supreme of night doth reign.

The Brown Owl sits in the ivy-bush, And she looketh wondrous wise, With a horny beak beneath her cowl, And a pair of large round eyes.

Save that from yonder ivy-mantled tower, The moping owl does to the moon complain Of such as, wandering near her secret bower, Molest her ancient solitary reign.

Moonbirds at night is always sound, not sight