The Bi-Polar Owl
the bi polar owl was in a bad mood,
the mice scrambled for cover.
To die was simply destiny,
but the mood brought sado machostic practices,
even the dead would not talk about.
The terror among the field mice palatable,
leading to mass migrations,
many moving to the town.
Scurrying in the shadows oblivious to the cat gauntlet,
the bliss of sudden death welcome.
Then just the shudder of memory,
the full moon in a wide field,
the silent swoop of the owl.
Life over in that moment,
the rush of adrenaline, the high,
scrambling for purchase to escape the shadow black,
faster, faster, faster,
and then...
