pleasures at evening

♪rhymed, mirrored double octets♪    
   
daylight is not the screech owl’s friend    
for  its    n o c t u r n a l    nature    
f i n d s   m a t r i m o n i a l    
pleasures   a t   evening    
when proud darkness    
v e i l s  herself    
a s   a    
bride    
wide    
as  the    
sky’s blue sail    
is  t h e congress    
o f    s e c r e t    living    
w h e n   nighttime  carnival    
awakes this sun-stunned creature    
and  daytime  h i b e r n a t i o n  ends    
§    
at  twilight.  as the  shadows  blend    
into  the  m o u n t i n g  stillness    
the scrumptious feast begins    
eyes-almighty brings    
helpless rodents    
seasoned up    
for the    
kill    
still    
a s   a    
cat’s eavesdrop    
cut   the   s i l e n c e    
owl’s  e l u s i v e  wings    
for such  delicious   things    
as  p e r i s h  in  the  shrillness    
that  predatory   r u l e s   transcend    
   
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by Clyve A. Bowen♫