An owl flew deep
Into the sky
It looked at me
With its bright eyes.
It swooped down. I felt
The breeze blow very low.
I looked at its big
Bright eyes.
It flew closer to me and closer
And even landed on my arm.
It acted like we were
Best pals
For ever and ever.
We were calm and playful
Bright, jut like
The owl's bright eyes.
Riley O., Age 10, Grade 4