Flowers Out Of Dark: Becoming Owl

i am owl, owl i am, owwwwwl
i have wings stretchy wings
watch me float fly swoop
over treetops, rivers, fields.

a vole’s voice pierces my ear,
eyes zigzag each shard of grass.

i lurk in misty murky shadows,
poised to pounce then,
tendon by tendon
drag apart my prey.


First published in Three Drops from a Cauldron Issue 20. Written by Mel Parks in collaboration with Sarah Bell from @spoiltvictoriannchild. Image by Pam Tinning.

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