The Hunting Owl…

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