In the wintry Dales, where silence reigns, A snowy owl, in white, he stains. With silent wings, he takes to flight, In the cold embrace of the winter night.
His keen eyes pierce the frosty air, In search of prey, with silent flair. Through snow-kissed fields and frozen streams, He hunts with purpose, in silent dreams.
On silent wings, he glides and swoops, Through valleys deep, where darkness droops. With every beat, a silent prayer, For the hunt, his only affair.
In the snowy landscape, he's the king, With feathered cloak and silent wing. In the wintry Dales, he finds his thrill, The snowy owl, forever still.