Tuesday, 1 February 2011


A whispering death, that stalks the endless night
Ghostly translucent apparition, reflected by the bright moonlight
In silent poetry, glides swooping down the gentle breeze
Large rounded wings that stirs not even the smallest leaves.
Heart shaped face, in which unblinking eyes stare
Eerie screeching, echoes triumphantly through the air.
As grasping talons, reach and grab their hapless prey,
The first of many ere the break of day.
And be not fooled by its gentle solemnity, in quiet repose
Or think it beautiful, or wondrous as a rose.
An assassin of the shadows, the master of the silent kill
A predator supreme, surpassing all ninja skill.

 Steven Lindop,  Estate Team Supervisor

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