Upon Her Prey
Swift moon owl
There, she boldly glides,
So far and wide
Against the boundless
Ocean tides
Thus, hearing the
Trident call of
The ambient moon
Swooping down,
Upon her prey
Copyright © Gregory Golden | Year Posted 2009
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