Hours of dusk and dawn lure the owl from its perch,
Hunger pangs satisfied by the stealth of opportunism.
Silent flights accurately guided by feather tip precision,
Far-sighted to seek out even the most concealed of prey.
Solemn in demeanour and impressive in its watchfulness,
Courted and feared by strands of folklore and mythology.
A mysterious aura surrounds this plume coated raptor bird,
Prowess and prestige rest within its camouflaged disposition.
©Copyright Eileen T O’Neill 03/12/2013
Poets United: Verse First ~ The Owl