The Owl by Elizabeth Sears Bates – Non-Fiction

His velvet wing sweeps through the night:
With magic of his wondrous sight
He oversees his vast domain,
And king supreme of night doth reign.

Around him lies a silent world,
The day with all its noise is furled;
When every shadow seems a moon,
And every light a sun at noon.

Lilith’s sacred animal is the Screech Owl