Owls Night
Owls Night
Masculine owl, brown metallic feathers, heavy winged
Sores the twilight ozone meadow
Traverses over waterways and banks of laden grass
Transforms, as from a trance, into the hunter
Haunting hoot tu-who sounds alert
Between the silent grays of total black
Eclipsed and thunderous flap on flight ignites the hunt
Gliding, guided by precision giant eyes of wondrous yellow
Gaining on the shadow of the mouse within its grasp
Scrambling to escape
Owl changes shape before attacking
Preys before he merges on this species
The specimen does not go unnoticed by another winged creature
A female owl of white, who feels an urge to flee, takes flight
Swoops down, takes the rodent in, before departing
No thinking on the wing and wind
No time to contemplate
Brown owl feels smarter than all that, a regular intellect, yet
Hovering up above, without his meal, there is regret
Mr. and Mrs. Owl will sort things out together
Not in the nest or dead of night on meadows bog
But over dinner, consisting of the memory of mouse, no doubt
Created on 8/04/14 for Night Owl – Poetry contest
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