An Owl's Night Out Poem by Sarita Milliner

Perched high in the trees, far from enemies,
Your head turns in rotation, of 270 degrees.
Your sensitive ears, hears the sounds of prey,
A family of rodents, from their den they stray.
 
In silent flight, you take to the nocturnal sky,
Lead instinctively by your senses, as you fly.
Astute and wide eyed, raised wings of pursuit,
Your decent begins, like a free falling parachute
 
Late night meal rest securely, in your talons clutch,
Baby owlets awaiting food, and their mother touch!
An Owls night out, a birds' eye view of normalcy,
Aided by wisdom and integrity, through eyes of mystery!

Written By: Sarita A. Milliner © 2/10/16