In the woods at night, a sight to behold
A green owl perched on a branch so old
Its feathers shimmered in the moonlight bright
A captivating vision in the silent night

With eyes so big and wide, it looked around
As if it owned the forest, as if it wore a crown
The leaves rustled softly in the gentle breeze
But the green owl remained as still as the trees

It seemed almost magical, this creature so rare
A green owl in the wild, so stunning and fair
What secrets did it keep, what tales to tell?
In the depths of the forest, did it live well?

Perhaps it ruled the night with its emerald sheen
A regal bird, a wonder to be seen
And as I watched it, lost in thought
The green owl flew off, as if it was sought

But its image stayed with me, engraved in my mind
A green owl, so majestic and kind
May it continue to soar through the night
A symbol of beauty, a wondrous sight.

llbbl // gpt