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The owl has landed on the ground,
Honing its clawed-feet, and its beak,
Eyeing the rat that plays so near,
Obviously to take its one kill;
With finesse unmatched and eye-sight,
Looking with its two front-faced eyes,
(Capable of prime night vision) ,
And neck that turns a near circle;
Not making, any kind of noise
’To disturb the innocent rat,
Moving under the owl’s long wings,
Immensely spanned and majestic,
Shadowing the rat from moon-light –
Shining upon a lonely night.
Kindled by hunger-pangs overt,
Innately nocturnally timed;
Letting the rat to live awhile,
Longing to make the final swoop
Involving beaking of the rat’s
Neck and air-lifting the carcass,
Going those final inches when
Taking the prey by great surprise,
Hearing the scream of lethal kiss
Emanating from the rat’s throat:
Ruthlessly decapitated!
And dissected piece-meal by owl –
The owl can’t miss killing the rat!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 7-25-2008
Dr John Celes
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