Owl Poem by Charl JF Cilliers

Owl



The owl stoops on its branch.
Its eyes close
and open at the first shape
of a sound. Starlight steers,
and feathers cloak, its flight:

the soft shock of the kill
comes out of the muffled night.

Thursday, October 15, 2015
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Charl JF Cilliers

Charl JF Cilliers

Cape Town, South Africa
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