Nosirrah

Title: Man-Made
Animal: Owl

Swiftly flits the prince of the night,
as I swoop on down, prey in sight.

Hooked in my talons as I continue,
My mighty claws tugging at sinew.

Yet what is this? Some fishermans wire;
The pain that feels like ferocious fire.

I can feel my life force ebb away,
I'm alive tonight, I'll be dead by the day. 

 

The End

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