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Nocturnal Plight
As dusk awakes the objects take shape
From vague outline to detailed vivid beings
Nocturnal sight alight peer at crawling delights
Mice, rats or even chicks that come in sight
My eyes wide open, I perch on the birch
Tis different tonight, I have no meal or bite
Ninety nights and nine in row I waited to
Dine with Gale, my blind date.
Scuffle and ruffle a sound too familiar
Grips from empty gut strikes, I respond
My wings clap bill snaps, hinds tilted
My talons hold crags of bole poised to dive
Appear in my view not one but two
Thick, juicy, robust mice
In hurry to their young homeward
Oblivious of lurking danger in trees
I freeze, let my meal go by
To feast with its family near fireside
Fierce feared predator, I may be
But, I too have a soul that sees
Date and dine fantasy blight
Twice stumped for the night
By: Shashi Moore
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Poet's Corner 