Short-eared Owl

Short-eared OwlWith an intensity that belied its calm demeanour, the owl took flight. Its wings beat silently against the crisp air, a swift shadow gliding over the fields. Each powerful stroke propelled it forward, its sharp eyes locked onto the tiny creature below. The vole paused, sensing danger, but the owl was already committed. In an instant, it altered its trajectory, a quick change of direction that showcased its agility. The vole darted left, but the owl

their feathers blending seamlessly into their frosty surroundings

" a testament not only to his striking pale plumage but to the elusive grace with which he hunted

Hawk perched in amber dawn light—

Its wings beat silently against the crisp air

Starlings seemingly move as one

He glided effortlessly over the fields

Autumn’s quiet watch

resting in the grass until a glimmer of sun appeared

atop a weathered fence post

The cross is inscribed " Here our pets lie"

The vole darted left

Upon this tranquil stage