Owls

A chorus of owls fills the night

So frequent I feel close to cracking the coded information

In their fluted hoots

 

They’re hunting

As the moon cracks the clouds

They launch

Usually for nothing

 

This time I hear a faint yelp

The owls quiet down

The owls are not what they seem

The snowys have moved in from the mainland

Crowding the barred and the screech

Tonight they all seem to be on the hunt

For fresh meat

Tonight

The owls are not what they seem

 

David Trudel   © 2012

 

 

 

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4 responses to “Owls

  1. orpheusword

    Lovely poem!

    Have you had a look at my blog…Seen anything that interests you?

  2. Gave me chills, this did. Well done.

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