Through frosted, fall night window panes,
a darkened shape in a pine tree,
an owl tall, tufted, stately,
listening for scurrying prey.

Gliding down, slow, whisper-quiet,
mouse stands out on the dusted leaves,
talons grab hold, down comes the beak...
I am lucky to have espied it.

Flaps back hard for the midnight pines,
with one quick bolt it’s had a feed,
regains its perch, at the ready
to stalk the shadows of night times.

David Welch | Year Posted 2018

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WAS $155

Probably one of the last owls this year. 
It has been a magical year. Thank you from the bottoms of our hearts. 
Mine, Greg's and Daniel's... Your support means a world to us and more.

This time an enchanting Night Owl. 

As usual every tiny detail has been made by hand. 

Dangling tiny star adds some spice to this little guy. 
Starry sky on his tale. 

Hand finished matte patina with shiny accents-moon and beak.

This one ships right away the next day! 

Stay warm 
L.