Like a streamlined cannonball, the owl was in its flight,
Streaking for its quarry in the twilit hours of night.
Eyes fixed firmly on its prey,
Incase the blighter got away.
Wings pinned closely to its sides,
To maximise its silent glide.
Marvelling at its beauty and élan,
I did not wait to see if it got its man!
Caro Field Author 
What a fascinating photo! We occasionally see owls around here (though more commonly bald eagles and ospreys), but I have never seen this angle. Very cool.
It is a fabulous photo isn’t it? They are such wonderful birds. They were my mother’s favourite..