Owls
Not a sound. Now hush .
Its the flap of a wing against a faded autumn leaf
the shaking of a tree branch as the snowy owl leaps .
And now a russell of fallen leaves mixed with a swish of dew covered grass
A mouse nervously looks for food knowing death is just a wings flap away.
The snowy Owls owlets wait eager for food and natures lifes cycle must be rode
The owl see's just the dropping of dew .
Swoops with talons bared and glint in its eye then disappeared into the night sky
and one single red droplet lands during the flight to indicate the mouses last fight.
The barn roof is broken the nest lays within
the noise level rises as the hooting begins
The owlets now feed and can go back to sleep
and the owl fly's away to do it again,
for a comp owls 11/02/16
Copyright © Stephen Pennell | Year Posted 2016
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