October’s Featured Nature Poem

 

Bird of Darkness

 

Listen to the eerie calls

of Barred owls perched along

the wooded edges of the creek.

Hunters of the night, their soft flight gives

no warning to the small beasts

they harvest from winter fields,

just a terrifying flare of wings,

the stun of talons driven home.

 

Silent death descends,

punctures life’s bubble,

bears the still-warm flesh away.

Sudden, simple, done.

 

Bird of darkness, when you come for me

surprise me  in the smother of your wings.

Play no cat games but strike

hard and true. Swallow me whole,

hair, hide, and bones, complete.

 

 

Written By: Leah Helen May

 

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