Tonight’s prompt in the Dverse Lounge is a quadrille. 44 words exactly, and the word of the day is “still”:
Stillness stalks the dead of night,
On dreadful shadowed wings.
Cape outstretched in silent flight;
Hungry wicked wanton things.
Weary, restless heart strings,
Plucked by nameless fright,
Silenced as great Luna sings.
Screeching out her heart’s delight;
Guess who, who, who’ll eat you tonight?
Poetry and Prose 
OH. Well done. This is chilling. And gorgeous.
Love this:
“Hungry wicked wanton things.”
Thanks De, I haven’t tried to be scary in quite a while.
The power of the predator is something so perfect for poetry–and something I’m watching daily right now as our baby ducklings diminish–not owls but hawks and coyotes.
Ooh, coyotes and hawks are hard to deal with. We used to have a saying out in coyote country, ” Eat lamb, 50000 coyotes can’t be wrong”.
Scary and chilling though I love it when the Great Luna sings ~
Thanks Grace, me too. I love hearing the owls hooting
I especially like the rhythm of these two lines:
“Cape outstretched in silent flight;
Hungry wicked wanton things.”
Thanks coke girl.
Superb. If I were a mouse I’d run.
me too, lol
Great ending. Nicely done. 🙂
Thanks Maria, i like to hear them at night, but I guess i’m glad i’m not a mouse
Who, who, who’s at the top of the food chain? Yikes!
ha, ha. That’s funny Lyn
This is soo chilling! Gosh now I’ve got goosebumps!
Don’t hide in the barn 😢
‘dreadful shadowed wings’ – eerie image. I really can see this, but hope I never do. Beautiful darkness, Walter.
Thanks Purple
The rhyming, the last line… a great read!
Thanks Thot
Still of the stalker and silence of fear makes this haunting. Nice rhyme and meter.
Thanks Frank. Owls are silent deadly hunters
The rhythm and rhymes makes puts a bit of comedy into horror… like it.
Thanks Bjorn