Who, Who, Who's There?

Snowy Owl   John James Audubon

The Owl
by Alfred, Lord Tennyson

When cats run home and light is come,
And dew is cold upon the ground,
And the far-off stream is dumb,
And the whirring sail goes round,
And the whirring sail goes round;
Alone and warming his five wits,
The white owl in the belfry sits.

When merry milkmaids click the latch,
And rarely smells the new-mown hay,
And the cock hath sun beneath the thatch
Twice or thrice his roundelay,
Twice or thrice his roundelay;
Alone and warming his five wits,
The white owl in the belfry sits.

Of Sheep and Stars

The Sheep Meadow, Moonlight  Jean Francois Millet

Silver Sheep

by Anne Blackwell Payne

The sun's a bright-haired shepherd boy,

Who drives the stars away;

Beyond the far blue meadows

He shuts them up by day.

At six or seven or eight o'clock,

Over the bars they leap--

The rams with horns of silver,

The little silver sheep.

And while the shepherd takes a nap

Behind a hill, near-by,

They roam the dusky pature

And graze upon the sky.