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.
Not just live and let live, but live and help live
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The ancient eavesdropper 
I adore birds and poems about them are also a thrill. Beautiful!
Thank you kindly, Keely! So glad you enjoyed my poem. I like birds as well, although my wife is more of a bird nut than me 😉
Cheers,
Tyler
Wonderful! Love all birds, but especially owls. Nice capture.
Thank you kindly, Susan! Glad you enjoyed my owl poem 🙂
Cheers,
Tyler