Creature of the night
Caught in flight
Hunting among redwood trees
No one knows what those eyes see
In the faint moonlight in the breeze
Long, sharp talons extended
Reaching for small prey, life-ending
The balance of the hunted and Hunter
All must live and die in shrieks of thunder
Large flapping wings overhead
Filling small hearts with fear and dread
Nestled under the earth or scattered leaves
The tiny family grieves
As the owl takes to the skies
In the dark of night, eyes that hypnotize
In the glow of the moon, caught in flight
The owl with his nocturnal sight
Painting and Poem by Deborah A. Bowman
BowmanAuthor and Writer/Editor 
Oh, my. What a lovely painting. And the poem is lovely, too!
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Thank you. I am more a wordsmith than an artist, but creations in oils are timeless.
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This is so amazing. I loved your imagery and its contextual base in real life.You are a gifted writer! 🌸
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Thank you so much. A picture is 1000 words, but the combination is priceless!
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What a lovely Owl poem, so wise and full of imagery!
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Thank you. I can see how you would understand that the balance of life is not always kind.
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Beautiful!!❤
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Oh thank you my cafe’du’lait Buddy! 💖
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A perfect metaphoric write Deb! Hope your enjoying the season. The very best wishes of joy to you! Cheers!💫🌹💕❤️💫
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Doing much better this year, thank you!
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Wonderful! You are a champion!
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