Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 Stygian Owl

I flashed my flashlight on a tree

While taking a walk late one night.

A pair of red eyes glared at me,

Indeed it was a fearsome sight,

Like the devil decided to

Be found by me for my turn's death,

A hell bound trip for me to do.

The thought did take away my breath.

And with those eyes then came a howl

In high screeching and piercing sound.

All were from a Stygian owl,

A quite elusive bird I'd found.

When noting I'd chosen to stay,

This "ghost owl" chose to fly away.