Death by Moonlight

The harvest mouse fearing the first bite of Autumn frosts,searches fruitlessly. Fleet - she lurches, shrivel boned, between the shaven stalks of wheat. Seeking out the final gleanings, sharp, beneath her hurrying feet. Luminous eyed, tail twitching wildly, the barn-yard cat -pouncing! Her gaping jaws announcing her intent. Bright fatal flash of un-sheathed claws. She skyward leaps, feints in the air, but mouse-less, lands with empty paws. On starlight dusted wings, the Snowy Owl blinks slowly - once. Then glides noiselessly. Unseen; she slides talons poised, her amber eyes keen, unblinking, Sharp focused on one quaking mouse. She downward stoops – her killing - clean.