Darkness and quiet
But the late night breeze
Perched and still
Only the swivel atop her shoulders
Vision piercing through the black
Absolute patience
Far below...movement with a rustle
caught her eye
No hesitation, shoulders raised
She drops, gliding without a beat
Talons bared
Seconds of struggle for life
The Nocturnal Hunter
lifts off with quarry
retreating to the dark...
~JE Ted Gardner
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