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He flies by night, through darkened skies
In search of prey, as moon does rise
Talons, hidden, tucked underneath
Eyes opened wide, he searches heath
The slightest movement, he can detect
His victim, knows no circumspect
Caught in claws, then whisked away
It shall not see the light of day
For the owl must feed his family
Hidden high above, in yonder tree
He’ll do this task, without fear
Each time the sunlight disappears
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Image by Gerhard Gellinger from Pixabay
A lovely poem, Dorinda.
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Thank you very much, Robbie.
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Excellent
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Thanks so very much! ❤
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You’re very welcome indeed
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Beautiful
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Thank you very much, V.J. ❤
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My pleasure!
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