In The Dead Of Night Poem by Jayne Louise Davies

In The Dead Of Night



Loud shrieks in the quiet,
Dead of the night,
The owl seeks his prey,
It's grip oh so tight,
As harsh as it sounds,
It's just natures way,
A need to survive,
To get through it's day.


Jayne Louise Davies

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Abercynon, Rhondda Cynon Taff
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