Owls Night

Owls Night Masculine owl, brown metallic feathers, heavy winged Sores the twilight ozone meadow Traverses over waterways and banks of laden grass Transforms, as from a trance, into the hunter Haunting hoot tu-who sounds alert Between the silent grays of total black Eclipsed and thunderous flap on flight ignites the hunt Gliding, guided by precision giant eyes of wondrous yellow Gaining on the shadow of the mouse within its grasp Scrambling to escape Owl changes shape before attacking Preys before he merges on this species The specimen does not go unnoticed by another winged creature A female owl of white, who feels an urge to flee, takes flight Swoops down, takes the rodent in, before departing No thinking on the wing and wind No time to contemplate Brown owl feels smarter than all that, a regular intellect, yet Hovering up above, without his meal, there is regret Mr. and Mrs. Owl will sort things out together Not in the nest or dead of night on meadows bog But over dinner, consisting of the memory of mouse, no doubt Created on 8/04/14 for Night Owl – Poetry contest