The Owl in The NIght

Observing the owl

Lurking in the night oh so quietly

High above the asphalt other species walk upon

As I awaken with my blazing yellow eyes while dusk falls to midnight

I listen as little critters scatter for shelter while darkness falls

The sun falls, the stars gleam, and the moon's slight glow intensifies my eyes even more

Blankets of shadows cover the earth allowin me the freedom to soar while remaining in camouflage

I stay hidden on the thickest finger of the tree

I listen intently... silence

The wind blows against me, I move not

The branches move under me, I move not

The leaves dance around me, I move not

Then suddenly everything ceases, and I move not

It's midnight now and I begin my flight

Soaring into the oblivion of the night

Through the wind I hear my meal squirm for the shelter that has now been blocked by a fallen branch

Poor thing, the critter will never see daylight again

Like a whip striking its victim, I snatch my prey and escort it to its death

Author's Note

what do you think of this poem? Should I write more like this with other animals?

Reviews

[Sunbear]

I just happened to find this tonight after hearing owls calling outside my back door. Love this! You've captured the essence of Owl. I'd love to read more.

[Jessicab]

Thank you so much!