The Masked Owl Looks Back at Us

By | 3 December 2025

Too big to eat.
So loud.
Feather? Flesh? Fur?
All danger.

Hatch from shiny eggs.
Eggs with two night-suns.
Hit hard.
My kin stop dead.

Pellets spread.
Rat taint.
Gut bleed.

Big yellow claws
rip hollows.

They nest on tree-gone ground.
Dark they eat.
Quiet kill.

More them
than mouse plague.

Over hill haze of them.

Hunt new must.
Hide must.

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