Ollie - Poem by Maureen Pickford
Gimlet eyed and swivel headed
Sitting preening tawny feathers.
Tree's trinket perched amid still night
'Til wisecrack hooting causes fright
To a late straggler in the park
Drunkenly weaving through the dark.
Now Ollie's flying, swooping low,
Snatches an unsuspecting vole.
Decides to tear him off a strip
And eats up all the gooey bits.
Content, replete, back on his perch
Nature's hunter calls off his search!
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