Owl dressed in red with yellow eyed stare
Comfy on its fir branch at midnight’s hour,
Flies hither to find baby hare or mouse
To fill the beak that hoots sudden, to scare,
Or flush prey from bush under bower
Beating wings power for this magnum chase
Chance brought into ochre sight of owl red
Reading the breezes for scent of sour’d
Dirty rodents fur thick with flea or louse,
Beneath starry skies moonlit beyond spread
In glorious reveal, owls slice space.
About the Creator
Kathy J Anderson
Multidisciplinary, Penning words, crafting rhymes, dabbling in artistry, tending to her garden - a creative soul with many hobbies, she crochets, gardens, creates and shapes her own designs; making jewelry, doodles in Zentangle, A.I. art.
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