Silent killer of the night, I fly threw the cold night air, above the forest I fly silent and quick. As the night fog starts to roll in from the ground, it is my cover so my pray dose not spot me coming from above. I Finaly land silent and vigilant I wait high above for movement on the ground. Then I finally hear a russle from the ground, in the dry dead leafs. I swoop down to clam my prize victory is mine!...
What animal am I you ask? For I am a wise. Old owl for I am a silent killer.
By Holly J. Moore
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*~Book of poems~*
Poetrythese r poems I wrote some r sad some r confessing and some will leave you thinking. I hope u enjoy these cuz they cam from my heart
