A poem written in response to ‘Barn Owl’ by R.S Thomas.
Glide silently by
soulbird of legends,
freezing the lifeblood
with your cry.
Though your face
is heart shaped
you are heartless,
clinically dispatching
voles and mice.
Ghostly wise one
watching and waiting,
the night your kingdom.
You require no servant
to attend your needs.
Creation equipped you
all you would require.
Fathomless eyes
stare into my soul.