Poeticpiers
01-23-2004, 11:52 AM
C’est la vie
The barn owl from his high church eyrie flies.
On silent feathered wings he hunts his prey,
he has in solitude slept through the day
His dark-adapted eyes can clearly see
the movement of small creatures. That may be
abroad to search for food, though quietly.
The creatures of the night that roam the fields.
Avoid the day’s bright sunlight as they must
but in the night times shadows place their trust.
Nocturnal habits are their one safe guard
from day time predators that try hard
To hunting owls they are a small reward
a hasty snack to whet the appetite,
of hungry birds who fly on silent wings.
Field mice and shrews and other little things.
The hungry hunters who can see at night.
A single movement makes them pause in flight
to swoop, their talons hold the tasty bite.
Swift sudden death is Nature’s way
to ensure that the weakest do not survive.
Her plan, only the strongest and the swift should live
To pass survival skills on to their offspring.
Mother Nature can be unforgiving
the weakest must die to feed the living.
23/01/2004
15:20
The barn owl from his high church eyrie flies.
On silent feathered wings he hunts his prey,
he has in solitude slept through the day
His dark-adapted eyes can clearly see
the movement of small creatures. That may be
abroad to search for food, though quietly.
The creatures of the night that roam the fields.
Avoid the day’s bright sunlight as they must
but in the night times shadows place their trust.
Nocturnal habits are their one safe guard
from day time predators that try hard
To hunting owls they are a small reward
a hasty snack to whet the appetite,
of hungry birds who fly on silent wings.
Field mice and shrews and other little things.
The hungry hunters who can see at night.
A single movement makes them pause in flight
to swoop, their talons hold the tasty bite.
Swift sudden death is Nature’s way
to ensure that the weakest do not survive.
Her plan, only the strongest and the swift should live
To pass survival skills on to their offspring.
Mother Nature can be unforgiving
the weakest must die to feed the living.
23/01/2004
15:20