The Night Owl

As the prey scurries
So does the predator

Once all is quiet,
The target is set

The bright piercing yellow eyes shine
The wonky hands curl up to
Form tree-like talons

He takes off and swoops down
With arrow- straight flight

The mouse tries to escape but
Is only met with the death grip of the has of life

As the grip gets tighter,
The night gets darker

Everything goes pitch black
And all is once again quiet

The owl sits down to supper
Once finished, the search begins again

For the next reaping of souls
To destroy the pains of hunger