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        Evenglow spilled across
        paint silkscreen rouge
        where diurnal hunters
        have fled to roost,

        forest slumbers -
        of a living fire.

        The owls stir
        in tenebrous wood,
        in eyelid-close between
        dusk and
        soft-winged hunger
        plunging depths of
        darker copse,

        submarine world.
        Dark-eyed, taloned,
        steal the warmth
        from hungering mice
        who can do no better
        than finally match the cool,
        committed wood.

        - bruce g marcot


A falcon, towering in her pride of place,
Was by a mousing owl hawk'd at and kill'd.

- William Shakespeare (1564–1616), British dramatist, poet. Old Man, in Macbeth, act 2, sc. 4, l. 12-3.

“Towering in her pride of place” means having risen to the point where it was ready to swoop down on its prey.

Photo above ©Bruce G. Marcot.  Brown Wood Owls in a forest park in the old British hill town of Shillong, Meghalaya, northeast India.

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