Owl
swooping down to darkened ground
soaring in on blackened sound
silence is his greatest moat
staying still his wings a float
sampling all the breaths in air
seeking to see which game is fare
sailing on the carpet night
swallowing gust to help give fright
glaceing his head from right to right
gliding through this bird of no light
Copyright © Jessica Arteaga | Year Posted 2010
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