bubo bubo

out in the woods
where the wild boars meet
and rustle
I came across him staring
up among the fear dressed trees
a gaze as dead as stone
and twice as still
passed through me
and a primordial shiver
within the deepest
oldest and hidden corners
of my psyche
a remembrance
though not strictly mine
of skyfalling, worldending
blood and claw,
the passing millenia
may have turned the tables
but this is his realm
and in it
I am but prey

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