Moonkill

Poem By Leo Wyatt

The harvest mouse,
Fearing the first bite
Of Autumn frosts,
Searches.
Fruitlessly.
Fleet - she lurches, shrivel boned,
Between the shaven stalks of wheat.
Seeking out the
Final gleanings,
Sharp, beneath her hurrying
Feet.

With luminous eyes,
Tail twitching - Mute.
The barn-yard cat,
Pouncing!
Her gaping
Jaws announcing her intent.
Bright fatal flash of un-sheathed claws.
She skyward leaps,
Feints in the air,
But mouseless - lands with barren
Paws.

On star-dusted
Wings, the Snowy Owl
Blinks slowly, once;
Then glides
Noiselessly.
Unseen she slides, talons poised,
Her amber eyes, unblinking,
keen.
Sharp focused on
One quaking mouse.
She upwards swoops - the killing
Clean.

10/07

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