An Owls Night Out
An Owls Night Out
Perched high in the trees, far from enemies,
Your head turns in rotation, of 270 degrees.
Your sensitive ears, hears the sounds of prey,
A family of rodents, from their den they stray.
In silent flight, you take to the nocturnal sky,
Lead instinctively by your senses, as you fly.
Astute and wide eyed, raised wings of pursuit,
Your decent begins, like a free falling parachute.
Late night meal rest securely, in your talons clutch,
Baby owlets awaiting food, and their mother's touch!
An Owls night out, a birds’ eye view of normalcy,
Aided by wisdom and integrity, through eyes of mystery!
Written: © 2/10/16
Submitted for: Owls Personification form - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Eve Roper
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