Tuesday, October 6, 2015

Nocturnal Hunter

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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