Eight-line Poems

Silent Killer

Silent Killer

Through sleep-filled eyes, half open,
he regards us from his perch, the owl,
unexpected and outstanding
amongst the peregrines and hawks
of the falconer, proud of his skills.
“They’re not wise if you ask me,”
he says, “too stupid to hunt for me.”
Or waiting for dark, my thought.


Line Count: 8
Free Verse
For Express It In Eight, December 22 2020
Prompt: Owl.