The Night Owl Poem by O. A.

The Night Owl

Sitting on a a branch, talons unsheathed
Clinging to the nocturnal sounds of night;
Poised, clandestine, ready to pounce, strike!
With serrated wings hardmoded stealth-like
In a whirlwind of flight feathers, locomotive
In micro-turbulance, fearless, in filoplumes
Hawk-like beak, flat circular eyes spotting
Spots from the likes of a Spotted Owl here;
Of mice, rodents and prey that are anywhere
Ready to leap, vibrant in the rare air to swoop
Down on an unsuspecting victim, as it's food.

O.A.