Owl

Late.

Swallowed up

By the dark, endless sky.

Dusk falls,

Like a thick wool blanket

Stars

Blinking.

Adorn the great wings

Eyes

Like beautifully cut amber

With long black pupils

Trapped inside

Perfectly preserved.

It’s underwater shriek,

Deep,

As the sad call of a lonely whale.

Feathers,

Scraps of imagination

Pieces of power

Control the air.

Posses the wind

Glides

As though in a trance

Silent

Soundless

Suddenly

Without warning

A shrill scream pierces the night

Shattering the silence

A struggling mouse caged in the sharp claws

The brown eyes wild with fear

Its tiny body shuddering,

Knowing its destiny

Seeing its death.