Thursday, 8 October 2015 11:34 pm
Poetry Week, Part 5
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deckardcaninePerching in a forest, it can be hard to see,
Because its coloration often blends in with the tree,
But rest assured it sees you, in twilight or at night.
Its head turns all the way around to maximize its sight.
It’s also good at hearing, yet you’ll never hear its flight:
The wings are nearly silent as it bears down on its prey.
Its talons crush the skull before its beak tears flesh away.
(Sounds scary, yes, but I presume you’re much too big to eat,
For owls mostly live on rodent, bird and insect meat.)
Because its coloration often blends in with the tree,
But rest assured it sees you, in twilight or at night.
Its head turns all the way around to maximize its sight.
It’s also good at hearing, yet you’ll never hear its flight:
The wings are nearly silent as it bears down on its prey.
Its talons crush the skull before its beak tears flesh away.
(Sounds scary, yes, but I presume you’re much too big to eat,
For owls mostly live on rodent, bird and insect meat.)