The Horned Owl

The Great Horned Owl sits on his branch Surveys the land around Searching for some prey to eat He knows they do abound His head turns near full circle His stomach needs to fill Has to see a movement Misses any that stay still A Hare looks out but does not see The threat up in the tree Leaves the shelter of the bush Was a better place to be He crosses the wide open ground To where he starts to feed The Horned Owl glides without a sound A beat increases speed Talons reaching for the strike Still has not been seen Time is up for this poor Hare Whose vision was not keen The Owl will feed his family Has plenty for some days Nature always has a say In who leaves and then who stays