By Brandon Tran

The owl flies with grace

A creature of the night life

The nighttime hunter.

I was birdwatching

Searching for new birds to see

Most of all, the owl.

They are nocturnal

Those habits I am aware

But a guy can hope.

I was making noise

Probably scaring them off

But they are hunting.

I heard some hooting

I have finally found it,

It was a Great Horned

I took a picture,

But the flash chased it away,

Probably annoyed.

I looked at the pic,

It was crying streaks of blood,

And holding something.

What was it, I thought,

And I ran after the owl,

And I climbed the tree.

Exhausted but firm,

I finally made it up,

And I almost puked.

Hell described this well,

There were skulls in the hollow,

Hellspawn chicks staring.

I heard some flapping,

Odd, owls were silent in flight,

How could I hear it?

HuMaN ExPlOrEr,

YoUr TiMe On EaRtH Is EnDiNg

GET READY TO DIE!