Barn Owls!

Warm and dry with just a gentle breeze

the short hike to the farm exhilarating

here alone to watch the barn owls fly

hoping to see them swoop for their prey

trying to be quiet and unobtrusive

but knew that large eyes were watching

far above the tops of thick leaved trees

a sudden faint sound made me freeze!

 

At first two tiny dots in the cloudy sky

that circled the small wooded clearing

in a spiralling descent at each rotation

they came closer such a majestic sight

their screeching louder by the second

nearing me they hissed an eerie sound

like phantoms from another dimension

coming at speed that got my attention!

 

Certainly not wanting to be their quarry

even as they swooped up small rodents

the precision was breath-taking to watch

in a flash ascended back into the beyond

like ghosts questioned if it had been reality

leaving me in a state of utter ambivalence

these images on my digital camera captured

for the first time my whole being raptured!

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

 

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The Detour!

The Detour arrow lights flashed on and off

as the car hurtled towards it

three desperate criminals intent on escape

behind the police converged

the stolen car swerved onto a quarry track

for them no turning back!

 

Bouncing violently on the potholed surface

constantly glancing behind

checking the progress of their law hunters

surprised when they halted

no longer in pursuit they heartily cheered

as the driver oversteered!

 

Finding themselves rolling over several times

coming to rest on its roof

shaken and bruised they crawled from the car

seconds later it exploded

all they could do was reassess the conditions

and their precarious positions!

 

Pitch black isolated looking at distant blue lights

uncertain what was unfolding

confused as to why nobody would venture near

through woods blundered forth

no longer confident or with arrogant contempt

for some reason now exempt!

 

Exposure and shock added to their condition

ever the sense of a presence

movement and snapping of fallen branches

unfamiliar sounds circled them

still having guns fired wildly into emptiness

no more could they careless!

 

Panicking headed away from the tree line

yet knew something roamed

tired sat to rest but huge shadows hovered

like phantoms homing in

began to feel trapped with no place to run

shattered their resistance done!

 

Then realised they were poised on the edge

of a what seemed like a quarry

rocks crumbling under their body weight

and the phantoms converging

fell backwards their screams reverberating

the following silence intoxicating!

 

The law enforcement agencies went in at dawn

to recover the bodies

nobody dared enter at night it was dangerous

this was a long cursed spot

where many unexplained deaths had transpired

and normal reality expired!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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