Watching the Barn owl(Tyto alba) swoop in total silence to capture it prey is an awesome sight, no matter how often I have seen it.


Food for thought?...

The silence of wingbeat so absolute
The lasered stare locked on its prey
The magnificence of feathers find no dispute
as the last of twilight fades away

Beside the edge of a woodland path
Foraging for sustenance to feed its brood
High above is that a screech or a laugh?
The laws of survival are well understood

A master of flight he swoops to kill
Talons spread wide to grip the prey
A certain end as it glides down at will
The unseeing target will not get away

And so life is gone but it still goes on
To watch in awe at this spectacular sight
In the game of survival we are all but a pawn
As death creeps into the shadows of night




Poetry by Liam The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2024-11-30 at 09:34

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arquious The PoetBay support member heart!
This brought my thoughts back to that 2010 Aussie film “Legend of the Guardians” which was hard to get through the first time around what for its emotional and dramatic impact. I asked my late dad once why in documentaries the camera people just allowed the preying to go uninterrupted and his ‘observers, scientific’ reasoning had not convinced me then and still tugs at me now to intervene whenever possible or capable of doing so. I’ve never been in such a situation though, so this is all hypothetical. Gripping poem Liam. 👍🏻 something to chew on and learn from.
2024-11-30


alarian The PoetBay support member heart!
it works so well
between the predator and the prey
that I wonder why they don't make one unity, without that link of fleeing and being devoured ?
2024-11-30