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The owl hunts its prey


Darkness covered the night.
And the quiet, a soothing balm.
Not a creature was seen.
But they were out there.

Night creatures prowling.
Out hunting for food.
In the cover of darkness.
As quiet as the night is dark.

But the owl keeps watch.
Above the street lamps.
Perching high on a branch.
In the dark it watches.

Eyes that follow its prey.
As wings spread in flight.
The owl sweeps down fast.
Its talons grabs the rat.

From my bedroom window,
I watched the owl in motion.
Swift and graceful it flew.
The end in sight for its prey.

By C.E. Pereira