Aloft screeches the skyline sentry,
perched on drooping cedar bough,
wide yellow eyes scanning for earthbound morsels,
head rotating to catch the slightest breath or footfall,
as whispers of wind stroke its mottled feathered horns.
The night begins with the rustle of foliage.
Talons unclasped and wings spread wide,
locked in a silent swooping glide,
its reach connects with flesh and bone –
one tiny heartbeat flutters and expires.
All lies still under the watch of an owl.
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Wonderful image. Do you get to see many owls?
Thank you! Yes, I mainly see barred owls, but we do have the endangered spotted owl. Because of its rarity, I haven’t had the pleasure of seeing a spotted owl. Owls are truly amazing creatures – I am fascinated by the full range of motion they have with their head and how silently they can swoop in on prey.
I haven’t seen any owls for years 😦 but they are fascinating, I agree.
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