Ruffling brown black speckled feathers,
spreading them,
reaching from tree to tree
as the dark overcomes the light
and the sun disappears beyond the horizon.
Eyes open with a fright,
bright and determined,
waiting for the excitement of the hunt.
Orange yellow globes, deadly by nature
sharp teeth of talons,
ready to strike the prey.
Taking flight from the branch,
hiding in the night
until finding the perfect midnight snack.
Soaring silently,
discovering the innocent mouse
curled up in the forest moss.
Swooping down, stretching out talons,
captured and gone in the night.
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