Tawny

The tawny owl is out again
Harboured in the oakHigh in the canopy.Hooty calls returnedFrom along the field boundary.
Leaving safe harbourHe pitches forward
Soft feathers cutting clean.
Silently descending
To deliver crushing death.
Completing one circle
Opening another.
I catch the riddle,Without solving it.
Hear the hidden meaning,
Without understanding it.
But he knows the purpose
Hers as his own.