A Beautiful Killer

Silent owl
With eyes that would remind you of the moon
A homebound; little forest creature
Who'll be out soon
A nightly flyer; with a ghostly attitude
I bet you wouldn't notice
If it were to fly by you

It stalks
Smaller prey
So if your tiny
You better hide away
Talons like razors
A beak like a knife
A Beautiful killer, in the darkness of the night
What a shame... that no ones in sight

And at the end of their "day"; it's sunrise
While they go to sleep
We all rise
Their end, is our begin.

Author's Note

Short poem, didn't take much time, got inspired by my stuffed owl cx lol

Reviews

[Kaitlyn Raiford]

This was a very nice, refreshing piece to read. It was beautiful, and I love the way that you say the end of their day is the beginning of ours. It was beautiful.

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Thank you, it honestly isn't one of my best poems, in fact I didn't even put much time into it, but I'm glad you enjoyed it ~

[Kaitlyn Raiford]

Some times those are the best, though! Words that come to you on a whim. I enjoy just writing at the top of my head sometimes. I think it's vital in order to keep your skills sharp, and ready to improv!