An Owl At Night
There is a picture
In my living room
Hanging on the wall
I stare at it
This is what i see
It is the setting
Of a large forest
A stream divides it
In the late evening
I see a white owl
Sitting on a branch
Staring, wide-eyed
Quickly he swoops down
Gliding to the ground
He captures his prey
Then enjoys his meal
Copyright © Darlene De Beaulieu | Year Posted 2017
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