Owl in Flight on a Moonlit NIght
Creature of the night
Caught in flight
Hunting among redwood trees
No one knows what those eyes see
In the faint moonlight in the breeze
Long, sharp talons extended
Reaching for small prey, life-ending
The balance of the hunted and Hunter
All must live and die in shrieks of thunder
Large flapping wings overhead
Filling small hearts with fear and dread
Nestled under the earth or scattered leaves
The tiny family grieves
As the owl takes to the skies
In the dark of night, eyes that hypnotize
In the glow of the moon, caught in flight
The owl with his nocturnal sight
(Painting and poem by Deborah A. Bowman)
© 2017
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