Watching, wonderingthe wise old owl looks
ever vigilant
its talons, curled hooks
listening tentatively
for mice down below
as she sits so still
silent as the snow
her plumage blends in
with nature around
patience is the game
as she makes no sound
how long she will wait
longer than I would
her eyes miss nothing
for this owl`s so good
I watch her for hours
now chilled to the bone
so I`ll take my leave
let her hunt alone
© Lissie Bull 2014
Photo taken by gigi50 found on DeviantArt
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