Hooting Owl
Hooting owl sits on a tree branch
Expecting a small lunch
Meal runs quickly across the ground
He swoops down to get it
Attacks like a stealthy being
Quiet as a calm breeze
Surprise works best for this hunter
Small game is his real treat
Then later atop the high branch
His belly full he hoots
A pleasant sound for all to hear
He compliments the night
Russell Sivey
Copyright © Russell Sivey | Year Posted 2012
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