The Owl, a poem by Glynn Sinclare at Spillwords.com
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The Owl

The Owl

written by: Glynn Sinclare

@chitanclare

 

In the Mellow light of Evenfall
The majestic Nocturnal owl
perched on the ledge of the barn.

He eyed his pray with ambivalence
would he, could he, should he devour his pray
or carry it back to his young.

A delicious creature of the under growth.
A questionable dilemma,
but needs must when hunger raises its head.

And fledgling mouths are open.
His young’s needs must be met.
Nurture over Nature

The sound of his wings resonates
under the ghostly moon.
As he wings his way homeward

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