by Anushka, 12
American International School of Lagos, Nigeria
In the silence of the forest,
With the chilly wind rushing, past their bodies.
On the moon-lit tree;
Eye to eye—
Staring at their very own reflections
Their wise faces straight.
Not a single laugh
Or a single sound.
Concentrating—
Not bothered about anything
With the grasshoppers giving—
Them a countdown.
Till they see the green light,
To spread their majestic wings
And
Pounce.
There they are
Two owls,
Ready for
A duel.
Written in Response to “The Owl” by Arthur Sze