Sit still in the tree
Waiting for the pray
Complete silence around
The yellow glare of the owl’s eyes
Wait the shadow runs across.

Quickly moving across the field
Very silent
No sound around but the howling wind
See the pray
In the alley.

Time to find the blow
Pull back
Your legs, the force
Your eyes, the aim
Your fist, the kill!

The man is dead
The arrow lay in his head.
The point that hit his vitals
The owl glides by with the yellow glowing eyes
Everything is silent
There is just the sound of the howling wind.

There is nothing to see but the shadow in the night…