Escape of the Night Owl
A thrilling haul to the waterhole
His chronic thirst to quench
In his favourite crystal bowl
The herd enjoying the cooling of the splash
Caught head down
Couldn’t see what was to come next
Relaxing his high alert
The hooded shadow swooped down
Owning the skies like a dark cloud
Surveying the land on a glide
Silent as a pocket of air
Screening below for remote subtleties
On the prowl
For the night owl
A crash landing - a crush so foul
A high five of sharp claws
A chilling howl so fowl
A half prayer – choking on fear
Owing to his piercing eyes
The end in a flash on a pendulum swing
Under the shade of a guillotine
Of bloodlust and flesh tearing fest
Of escaping the savouring of one’s own gorge
In the brutal setting of the killing ground
To live to tell the tale
Of the fluff of his feathery tail
Slipping from the clutches of death
The scent of his life choking breath
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