A Midnight FeastA Poem by Soul CemeterySilent. Mysterious. Death on wings. Searching always searching, with unblinking eyes. A vole sits eating. A shadow passes by... Plummeting to earth then rising again. Talons outstretched and a blood stained beak. The owl returns to its nest. Victorious again.
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Added on June 24, 2013 Last Updated on June 24, 2013 Author
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