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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
robertawrites235681907 said:
A lovely poem, Dorinda.
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Dorinda Duclos said:
Thank you very much, Robbie.
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d.a.simpsonwriter said:
Excellent
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Dorinda Duclos said:
Thanks so very much! ❤
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d.a.simpsonwriter said:
You’re very welcome indeed
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I love it.. the way you have portrayed.
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Dorinda Duclos said:
Welcome to WordPress! I will check out your blog! Thank you stopping by mine. I hope you’ll return. 🙂
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V.J. Knutson said:
Beautiful
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Dorinda Duclos said:
Thank you very much, V.J. ❤
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V.J. Knutson said:
My pleasure!
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