The Night Owl.
Written down: the night owl looks on;
Authors of ours up there on their own-
Phrasing for us every joy and sorrow;
Wise owl perched, waits till tomorrow.
Two story men, both who wrote plays
To bring tears and laughter all days;
With a soft flapping of wings at dawn
The spirit of wisdom is dead and gone.
Matt Mooney
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/night-owl-4/
