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The owl screeches over cricket din.
His head pivots slowly
and looks for shiny black eyes
in early evening glimmer.
Like oars stirring waves
his wings eddy currents
while feathery bulk blots out
moon shafts in a July road ditch.
Grasp in one talon.
Aftermath
as fateful as carnage
in a Ukraine field.
The owl screeches over cricket din.
His head pivots slowly
and looks for shiny black eyes
in early evening glimmer.
Like oars stirring waves
his wings eddy currents
while feathery bulk blots out
moon shafts in a July road ditch.
Grasp in one talon.
Aftermath
as fateful as carnage
in a Ukraine field.