Ghostly Eyes An empty postRemains no hostBut then a changeBrings something strangeA baneful thingOn silent wingIt bears demiseWith ghostly eyesIf looks could killThey surely will ~ Poem and Great Gray Owl capture, Ghostly Eyes © Jerry L. Ferrara
The Specter Waits Daybreak. The setting is surreal. The woods are hushed. Death is in the air. It arrives on feathered wings. A soundless entry. The specter waits. Ambush is in the offing. ~ Poem and Great Gray Owl capture, The Specter Waits © Jerry L. Ferrara
The Great Cinereous Waited A baleful quiet seized the frigid morning All movement was stilled The sky remained faceless Death stood near The Great Cinereous waited ~ Poem and Great Gray Owl capture, The Great Cinereous Waited © Jerry L. Ferrara