Night Hunter
Linda Rushby 4 April 2021
Silently, on soft feathers
stroking the darkness
detached from sound,
like the echo of a cloud.
A single strike,
the bloody talon closes round
the struggling morsel.
Night Hunter
Linda Rushby 4 April 2021
Silently, on soft feathers
stroking the darkness
detached from sound,
like the echo of a cloud.
A single strike,
the bloody talon closes round
the struggling morsel.