THIS POEM IS NOT PRESENTED AS I INTENDED (ie. DOUBLE SPACED).
THIS HAS BEEN DONE BY PERSONS BEYOND MY CONTROL
THUS DIMINISHING THE READING EXPERIENCE.
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When dark, the twilight shadows shift
A nighttime hunter flies, adrift,
Seeking out her prey.
Gliding on the evening breeze
High above the woodland trees.
The closing of the day.
Ears that never miss a thing
Torso floating on the wing
Cruising o\'er the ground.
Talons set in ready poise
Waiting for the slightest noise,
Circling all around.
Assisted by her curling beak
Her fine-tuned senses start to seek,
Scanning over field.
Eyes that scout for creatures small
As the half-light starts to fall
Her eyes are peeled.
Suddenly her goal she spies
Way below her quarry lies
She musters all her zeal.
She sets her line, sinews alive,
She marks her target, starts to dive.
She wins her meal.
She rises high with kill in mouth
She alters course, she\'s heading south,
Making for her nest.
She reaches home, her fledglings wait
She feeds them all a tasty plate
But she won\'t rest.
She takes to flight to quest again
She makes her way through wind and rain
Searching everywhere.
Moonlit feathers glittering gold,
As perfect, gleaming wings unfold,
The mistress of the air.
ASJ