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Barn Owl
from a veil of liquified aira night hunter formstracing the vein of the marsha flake of fallen moontumbling across the reedsbent by the North-East windseeks prey driven up by floodits silent scouringspreading silver shiversthrough night-cowed fowlwho sit in trepidationon black mirror poolsmuttering their muffled complaintshelpless until the dawn ~ n.b. NaPoWriMo 2023, Day 2 prompt →