October Morning Breakfast Poem by Phil Soar

October Morning Breakfast



Mist rises from a cold morning stream
Cobwebs sparkle with morning dewdrops
Sunrise is a few hours away
As a barn owl hovers above the field mouse
Silently watching his prey
Timing the fall with perfection
The Talons grip
The end is quick
And breakfast is devoured

Monday, October 3, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: nature,october
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