Restless wind
and louring skies
all ignored by piercing eyes
wings spread out on sudden gust
it does exactly what it must….

From a darkened forest,
a parliament of snow
owls fly north
over a sprawling meadow,
laced now in cerulean twilight….
.
Wonderingly, Michele watches,
her owl-feathery hair tousled
in quicksilver breezes…

Camera in-hand,
she takes note
as a lone
snowy turns back
seeking sustenance….
.
Turning tail,
field mice run
to no avail….
.
Restless wind
and louring skies
all ignored by piercing eyes,
talons splayed, it swoops to kill,
then snatches up, and eats at will…
.
“Eewww,” she shudders…

richard lloyd cederberg
2/2020

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