The Owl

Once upon a Midnight tranquil, while I scribbled quick with ink quill,

Over many a fact and figure on the shower of meteors,

While I journaled without stutter, suddenly I there came a flutter

Causing all the drapes to shudder and a scroll or two to soar

"Probably the wind," I muttered, "whipping past my chamber door-

Only this and nothing more."

Ah, how faintly I remember, though just it was this past September,

And the only noise athunder was the purple dragon's snore,

Hastily I wrote my teacher - though late it was, I hoped I'd reach her,

For once the moon reached sky's apex, I feared she'd be awake no more,

Deep asleep as Luna watched, as oft she did in days of yore,

So I wrote on, ever more.