Hokkaido Owl

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Looking down from her perch in the tree,
she waited. Then, seeing movement in
the forest bed, she opened her wings and,

falling, grasped the tiny animal in her talons.
It was enough for her two little ones, awaiting
her in a hollow knot high up in the tree.

Now it was time to go hunting for herself.
Quiet and very calm, she waited once
again for another animal to appear.

When one did, she swooped down once
again and dined, satisfied with her hunting.
It was not always so.

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About gwpj

Originally from Seattle, I now live in Sapporo, Japan, where I write, explore this city, read widely, and ask questions about things that i see as important. I'm also an author, with three novels published ("The Old Man and The Monkey", "Grandfather and The Raven", and "Bear: a story about a boy and his unusual dog"). For more information about my writing, drop by my website, at www.geogepolleyauthor.com.
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2 Responses to Hokkaido Owl

  1. Jean says:

    I like this poem a lot, George. Unsentimental and beautiful, as nature is.

    Is the photo one of yours?

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