I too feel

For 'Verse First ~ The Owl'

 

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The setting sun called out to me

Telling me it was time to stir

The mice and insects could now be seen

Scurrying, hurrying to home afar

Looking up at the moon above

I smiled and wished a happy day

Witness to all my deeds I found

In moon a friend who is there to stay

Ah! What is that I see scurrying below

Above dried leaves fallen in the day

A  tiny bundle of fur it looked

Someone I had to have without further ado

I swooped down in one swift and silent move

Ears alert, eyes wide open on the prey

My legs then held a creature small

Silky, squeaking, beautiful I must say

Holding it I thought to myself

What am I doing with this bundle small?

The philosopher in me came to the brim

The predator in me was overpowered

I thought of my little ones

Sweet and silky as this little being

I thought of the predators that prey on them

My eyes were filled with melancholy

I turned the bundle in my claws

As softly as I could and felt

Waves of fear I felt in my paws

The little thing was scared I knew

I turned my head round and round

Saw if there was another of my kin around

Then gently I swooped down again

And placed it in the leaves below

I heard a squeak and knew it was 

Of the bundle of silk I left below

I heard another and knew it was 

Of the mother joyful at having her babe safe and sound

The night was long and I had to wait

A long, long time to get my prey

Yet regret I not the wait long

I knew I had done a wonderful deed

The setting moon waved me a smiling goodbye

The morning sun rising over the horizon smiled

I felt elated and at peace

I had not snatched a babe from its mother’s warmth

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