“I” Poem

I am an endangered, silent predator

I wonder what it is like to sleep at night

I hear mice screeching a half a mile away in a cornfield

I see delicious birds with my excellent eyesight

I want to soar through the air with my fluffy, quiet feathers

I am an endangered, silent predator

I pretend to turn my neck three-fourths the way around

I feel anxious and ready to flee my roost

I touch the dew topped grass with my sharp claws

I worry that my talons are not sharp enough to catch my prey

I cry when my babies are hungry

I am an endangered, silent predator

I understand I must use my long wings to fly silently through the night

I say I am as fast as the wind

I dream of staying up during the day with my forest friends, raccoon and squirrel

I try to camouflage myself with the tree when danger is near

I hope I do not have to puff up my feathers and look big and scary

I am an endangered, silent predator, known as the Barn Owl

By Amy Snow