Deadly talons glinting past,
Silent gliding, but oh, so fast,
The dead of night, small things die,
When the hunt is on, eyesight lies,
The creatures scatter, the hunter dives,
Misses closely, some will survive,
She selects a target, the faltering one,
Her work shall soon be over and done,
The mouse finds a hole, but it is not deep enough,
It's try to hide or run, the choice is tough,
He decides to make a run for it, big mistake,
She swoops down hungrily, claws like a rake,
A moment later, she has captured her food,
A masters touch, never clumsy, never crude,
The owl is a hunter, a wondrous thing,
When food is short, she must take wing,
Top of the food chain, lord of the skies,
When nighttime comes, the owl will fly.
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