Owl
The depth of darkest night houses my out spread wings.
Ruffled feathers about my neck are fluttering.
No villain can come within the range of my eye.
No bat or hare can flee far enough once I spy.
With a screech instilling fear, downward do I plunge,
after running prey both too old and, oh so young…
or with stealth and deadly silence will I ascend
to bring a scavengers end to the rodent kings.
Yet, will I lead you on to glory?
Or claim to tell a different story?
Ah yes, I may..as I am wise.
Leave this life, release your ties!
Athene awaits my return,
Fly with me, see, learn!
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