Scratch the surface?
Or dive deep into the abyss
The owls are always watching
In the night and in their slumber
Are they wise? And all knowing?
Predator and prey
Particular or just hungry?
As they stalk in the night
A lost mouse might be an easy catch
Captor and captive
Does he like to play?
Before devouring her whole
Savouring all the best bits
Consumer and consumed
What will remain?
Spat out and embalmed in her own fur
The bits that were too much to digest?
Discarder and discarded
Scratch the surface?
Or dive deep into the abyss?
The owls are always watching
In our night and in our slumber
Are we wise? And all knowing?
Predator and precious
Devour me whole
And rather choke
Than spit me out
Possessor and possessed
Dive deep
Into the
Abyss
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I don't think a wise owl will come anywhere near. There are far more willing victims of the night.
Wooo - hoooo
I wouldn’t trust the owls.
Nor what you know/think...
Where do you put your trust?
The trees of course?
I'm loving that answer
my songbird of the wood green wild
placed lyrics on the wind
calls her love from the forest green
come venture ever in
(1st verse of 'quench' I posted here 28th Aug 2017)
I’ll have to check it out
The silence of flying owls will never be heard
By things that attract this wonderful bird.
It flies through the night on its silent wings
But you will not hear it until it sings.
Good write sylvia.
Andy
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