Lannet Form of poetry/entry for Andy's 18th WDC Birthday Contest!
The owl slings through the air that rings hollow,
like the downed fluffs of snow puffs collecting
atop of drifts that neatly sifts through light
places muffled like raptor's ruffled wings.
Prey wander yet never squander the chance
to sleep like slumber yet peep at the sky
above ... around for dangers surround them,
predators slay with no dismay their world
rules them outright, with slashing bite and fang -
with talons and tools, the blood pools at night.
Unfastens wary eyes, assassins ply
their deadly ways, killing strays who founder
through whiteout depths, chilled deaths rule whomever
fail kneel upon the death knell of Nature