I wrote this poem after watching a barn owl searching for prey over the common grazing, near to my home. Here is an excerpt of the poem.
Dance of the Barn Owls
The evening draws nigh and the stage is set,
An inspired portrayal awaits us yet.
The jet-black eyes search the ground,
While invisible ears, listen for sound.
Balletic moves and contours to see,
Floating feathers, airless and free…