16 May – Quartering

Left, forward,
back, right,
Barn Owl quarters
the dusking light.
Looming large,
glowing white,
a sister moon
to bright the night.
Scurrying creatures
run and hide,
burrow and dig
to stay alive.
A fierce beauty
silently flies,
I catch my breath
as I catch the sight.
Grace goes hunting,
ready to fight,
the Queen of the Gloaming
is out tonight.