One Night's Glow

Fizzle-off young owl,

daring-white in the glow of night,

what makes thee fowl,

young man with green eyes?

Not to me, nay, I wear a black suit,

and in the smear of night,

we're of the same suit,

you scare those nasty creatures of night,

Rats, pigeons, all forms of scum,

they fear thee,

at once duped into a river, as they run,

when they notice that soft green.

And, yet, once daylight breaks,

you are nothing but a post,

not alive but dead,

another trick, a scarecrow.