Sunday, January 27, 2008
Owl On The Prowl (or how dark the night can get)
She tries to outrun her destiny
by hastening her step
don't look back
no matter what
just don't look back
and faster and faster she goes
not knowing that he's already too close
The thrill of knocking her off her feet
sends shivers down his spine
He can almost taste her panic
as she tries to claw her way to the Douglas pines
Barely perceptible above the wind
she now begins to wail into the night
a feeble attempt to overcome her fear
please
please
please
she's begging for her life
hoping that somehow she'll survive
He plunges his claws into her back
and squeezes until she's dead
Another tasty meal
only the owl knows how dark the night can get
©2008 Fenny
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Comments
There is something frighteningly erotic about this one. You also captured the essence of the chase, from both perspectives, brilliantly.
Posted by: Scott | Sunday, January 27, 2008
I read your title and then went on to the poem and got lost for a second, forgetting it involved an owl. Once I read the title again, I was reoriented and gripped by this piece. I could almost hear a soundtrack of menacing, pulsating music. I kept wondering, what is this creature, the prey? Rabbit, mouse?
Great use of personification. I loved the way you got into the mind of the owl and the prey. Very effective.
Have you read a book called, "Close To Shore"? It is about shark attacks on the New Jersey shore early in the 1900s (true). Interestingly, the author gets into the mind of the shark, somewhat as you have here with this poem.
Kat
Posted by: Kathleen | Monday, January 28, 2008
Thanks Scott and Kathleen ... No I have'nt read that book (sounds interesting though) ... I wrote this piece after I stumbled upon a spectacular picture on the internet of an owl chasing a mouse right in front of a pine forrest
Posted by: Fenny | Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Well done! The last stanza was a real twist. Frightening words...
Posted by: Tumblewords | Friday, February 01, 2008
So few writers of both prose and poetry appear to me to consider the terror of the pursued prey. You portrayed the fear of the victim beautifully. I think I was relieved to reach the poem's ending. My first time here. I'll be back. mary from meander with me.
Posted by: mary a kaufman | Saturday, February 02, 2008
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