Tawny

The tawny owl is out again

Harboured in the oak

High in the canopy.

Hooty calls returned

From along the field boundary.

Leaving safe harbour

He pitches forward
Soft feathers cutting clean.
Silently descending
To deliver crushing death.
Completing one circle
Opening another.

I catch the riddle,

Without solving it.
Hear the hidden meaning,
Without understanding it.
But he knows the purpose
Hers as his own.