The ghostly form you espy
Gliding, swooping serenely over snowbound woodland,
Shadowing the mouse, the gleeful little mouse,
Rustling so merrily, down below me.
My feathers smooth as watered silk,
Screaming my unearthly cry
To all who stand around.
Searching, my resiny eyes ablaze,
Flaunting my plumage of ivory and ebony hue,
My ready talons of needle point sharpness,
In my sunless twilight world.
Soaring through the darkened trees,
My hunting successful,
Ears picking up a million midnight sounds.
Fire 16; Zoe Froggatt (written at age 10)