Sky Cat


The swoop and hoot

of keen-eyed darkness king

is precious obsidian weave

.

His swivelling ears perceive all things

.

The twitter and clicking of busy bee possums

fail not to enter him

.

He is everything

and deception

no worthy opponent

.

His calm is silent wing on full stroke, brushing sky

.

His message is crisp air

like rich food

it fills me

.

I am midnight breath expanded to meet his peering eye

.

His pounce is velvet

Death is life

24 thoughts on “Sky Cat”

    1. it feels like a beautiful death to me…although i guess the little mouse would have a different opinion🙂 but on a metaphoric note, the owl is me and god and life so all pouncing becomes part of the energy of consciousness…..

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  1. Always wondered on a literal note what it feels like at that moment of capture…talons dug deep and inescapeably gripping, lifted off the ground, and ripped apart…yep, I’m that morbid…lol. Poor little delicacy.This was a brilliant piece.

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