The Patient Owl
Above, the Moon was a delight
Her silver face graced the night.
Moonbeams fell on branch and leaf
Then danced across the earth beneath.
She cast her glow on garden sheds
Her silver sheen lit flower beds,
Moonbeams touched on weather vanes
Then shimmered down old cobbled lanes,
The patient owl by moonlight, still.
Waited quietly, for his kill.
Entry for
LATE AUGUST 2018 PREMIERE,ANY FORM,ANY THEME,
UP TO TO A MAX OF 20 ,LINES Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand
24/8/18. placed 9th.
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