White Spectre Flying.

The forest was dim. Dusk had set in Unobtrusively. A clearing appeared Dogs' barks sounded weird Unexpectedly. Caused him to veer instead. Old barns lay ahead Unsurprisingly. He stopped in his track And whistled dogs back Unsuspectingly. But to his delight Barn-owl took to flight Unintentionally. White spectre in dusk Ghost wings shown thrusting Unrestrainedly. A blood curdling shriek Came strident from beak Undeniably. Dogs took to their heels But he vowed, with zeal Unpretentiously. To return soon to mark In daylight, not dark Underhandedly. Sans dogs, this same plot. Soon nestlings he'd spot Unmistakably.