sylviasearcher

I heard an owl in the night

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

Comments2

  • dusk arising

    I don't think a wise owl will come anywhere near. There are far more willing victims of the night.

    Wooo - hoooo

    • sylviasearcher

      I wouldn’t trust the owls.
      Nor what you know/think...


      • dusk arising

        Where do you put your trust?

      • 3 more comments

      • Goldfinch60

        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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