-Te Ruru-
Behold the rippling feathers
While she flies in silent path
Seeking prey
Hidden
'mongst leaves and branches
twigs and flitting masks
Her presence shows
To only those who face their fate
Her winged form knows
In lonely pose its constant state
The owl she glides
Across the moonlit path
And all who lurked
But could not see her mask
In darkness glow
Her intent in blood basks
The hunter hoots
When she completes her task!
Words and image by yours truly
Xo