Origami

The white sheet fluttered down at the very edge of my vision

I saw it fold neatly in the cross wind and drop into the long, frosted grass of the field bank

In that moment, caught in my passing headlight

To all intents and purposes

It had the appearance of a barn owl

Falling on its prey

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CLP 12/02/2020

Published by

Christopher Perry

Liberté, Equalité, Humanité