Metaphoric Poem: Final

As the sun sets,
my eyes begin to open
I am able to see the glistening moon shine
I am able to hear the animals howl
Noticing my surroundings all humble and quiet
Observing is my gift
For I am an owl

I face many problems throughout my life.
But to me these are obstacles
They are just my preys.
I see them from my left
and I see them from my right
Not making them know Im there
Because they are in fact,
my kill of the night.

I am an explorer
But as much I would love to see the world
And all that it has to offer for a small one like me
I stay in my little old tree
where the feeling of security and protection for myself
is one of my top priorities
When will I realize the many capabilities?
Maybe soon will i surely know the endless possibilities

I can be smart and an advanced animal
capable of so many things.
Yet seem to be never satisfied,
with the knowledge I am given
with the things I see
and with the things I feel
But what can I say
These are the aspects
that make me truly real

I am quite a different animal
As you can tell many may not notice me
during the day or the night
but that does not make me any less special
Unlike most creatures
I am an old soul
and praised for that and the many other gifts I carry
My appearance can trick you into thinking Im weak and innocent
But with a high and complex brain of mine,
My potential and skills are exceedingly infinite

A symbol of wisdom
i am said to be
But not knowing anything
and not being the greatest size
are just a few weaknesses from me
I was taught to hide them in my mind
Leaving me to be peaceful quiet and kind

There is that side of me
that makes me want to hide
but then there are the ones I love.
With them I feel the sense of pride

that fill me with happiness and glee

confident comfortable and completely free

I am an owl
A silent killer to the problems in my way
Yet I am the the helper above your tree
Observing those that I feel is in need
And still trying to be the best version
that I could possibly be