13 October 2012
Snow White feathers
Amber eyes watchful
Black speckles mark it's body
Talons grip the bark
Anticipation making them dig in
Feathers ruffle in the frigid breeze
Her beak is razor sharp
Made for slashing and tearing
A 6 foot wingspan from tip to tip
A glow shines around her
The ultimate predator take flight
As all prey runs to hide
Under foliage and crevices
Do you know what I am??
What Am I?? • Opuss № I