Owl Etheree
A
Barn Owl
sits up high,
head twisting round.
Rustling undergrowth,
he swoops silently down.
Shrill screech of terror and pain,
the evil deed done, he returns home.
Three fluffy chicks hungrily await,
they feast, stocking up for the winter months.
written 09/20/2015
Contest For the Love of October
Copyright © Shadow Hamilton | Year Posted 2015
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