The Bewitching Barn Owl 🦉

She is on an eventide rendezvous hunting for a tiny vole

Or any small nocturnal rodent would be very nice
She is on a mission for a vision for some scuttling mice

The beautiful Barn owl braves the winter weathers

With the whistling wind boisterously blowing her beautiful feathers

Tho times can be a struggle for this independent solitary soul

She has three hungry mouths to feed in her hidey cubbyhole

Never-the-less she must be fearless and force herself to fly

On her dangerous delving of do or die

As she clings her claws on the edge of the ledge 

Her twenty-twenty vision spies food amidst a hawthorn hedge

So like a bat out of hell but with the grace of God

She takes off with tenacity and alights on a rod

There is a minute mouse amidst some mossy green grass

Her tiny bulbous eyeballs shine like crystal cut glass

With tapering talons and self assured strong will 

This barbarous Barn owl commits her kill

Not a screech nor a squeak was heard from her happenstance

As she slaughtered the sacrifice with her hooky lance

Clutching her capture she glides thru the night

Such a shadowy spectral supernatural sight

Like a graceful ghost 
A haunting hallucination