For 'Verse First ~ The Owl'
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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