Category : Poems

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The eyes shining in the dark are so bright. 
He thinks he is hiding in the darkness of night. 

Although the body may be dark and unseen, 
Those eyes send out a light like a flashlight beam. 

The light is his for his vision is so clear 
Even though you can’t see that he is there. 

A hoot he may call every now and again. 
I wonder if he’ll move letting me see him then. 

Everything is so still in the dead of the night, 
As he sits on his branch ready for flight. 

The owl has spotted with his vision so keen, 
As he flies past me letting out such a scream; 

A mouse he has caught who doesn’t know a thing, 
As he is eaten by a bird covering him with its wind. 

In the dead of the night the silence is broken, 
And some of the animals must surely have awoken. 
  
© copyright 1999.08.01 by Jean E. Gorney