In the daylight hours, I spend my time
So high on a perch, in a lofty pine
Where I fluff and comb my pretty plumes
And wait for the rise of the silver moon
I bob and weave on the top of the tree
Watching my world, in dimensions of three
My golden eyes fixed, on the fallen leaves
As I wait for the night, so patiently
At the set of sun, and the rise of moon
In the Croatan forest, near Camp Le Jeune
With a piercing screech, I take to the sky
On the wind, with silent wings, I fly
Over forest and swamps, on a winter night
Dipping and swaying like a wind-blown kite
In search of a rabbit, a rat or a bat
Until I find one, there's no turning back
Over Emerald Isle, and wind-swept dunes
I fly, so freely, neath a silver moon
For miles along the Atlantic shore
Engrossed in the din of that oceans roar
I hear from a distance, the stir of a hare
And see her dining, on sea grasses there
Her nibbling nose, like a lure, to my eyes
As I, with the speed of lightning, fly
Then swooping straight down, without a sound
I wrap my talons, so tightly around
The slow, soft beat, of a dying heart
As bits of fur, fly away in the dark
A Great Horned Owl, I'm a bird of prey
With the wind at my back, I make my way
With the chill of winter, a melt on my breast
I return triumphantly to my nest.
Written: February 12, 2016
Elaine Cecelia George, of Canada
More owls in the family.
I am so excited to present them to you!
I offer only handful of these. Once they are gone,
I won't be able to take customs. Sorry.
They will ship on 2nd of November.
Every tiniest bit has been made by hand.
I kept the size wearable.
Moon shaped post.
These are sure a heirloom piece
that may be happily passed from mother
to daughter and granddaughter...
The earrings been finished in soft matte patina.
Only the star and beak are shiny.
Length in total: 3.25"