The White Owl
The white owl sits quietly on the branch and glistens in the
night.
Its head swivels left and right.
The white owl gracefully swoops to action as it spots a grey
animal scurrying away in the night.
“Screech” as the white Owl grips its prey with its long
sharp claws.
The white owl returns silently to its branch as it rips the prey’s
skin with its sharp beak.
The camouflaged carnivore white owl hoots happily.
By Lauren
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