Night Visitor - Robin Gruginski

Pitch black holds the forest capture.

Life seems still. 

Through the trees,

I glimpse a whisper’s moment.

A flash of feathers

The silent hunter swoops low.

His talons open to the unexpected mouse.

He pounces down with a screech.

The mouse tries to dash to safety.

It has survived the gauntlet before but tonight its luck has died.

Mr. Owl claims his prize.

With a nod and a beat,

my night visitor vanishes back into the murky gloom.