Sinking Leaden

The swooping owl in the dark sky,
Daylight slowly fading.
The sun, broken
By trees,
Its contents sinking, leaden
Into the soil, like blood.

The prey, burrowing
In the earth,
The rustle of bracken
And the bird homes in on its next feast
Of rodent flesh.
Powerful talons, latching onto,
Crushing down on the mouse,
Its blood sinking, leaden
Into the soil, like the sun.