Day 20 of NaPoWriMo suggested a poem using at least five of a collection of words.
Strigiformes
Assassination
The
Cyclops owl, Edgar
laden
with heavy artillery
curls
cheese into a bilious truffle.
He
is a widow. A dairy farmer. A hitman.
His
elusive nature,
svelte
and accurate and deadly,
is
renowned. But he is modest
and
as vocal as a ghost.
He
glides from willowy nest
to
gutter, to sky, in a swoop, without a hoot.
Tonight's
client: Elwin the cow-bird,
cattle
hustler, moving in on Offa's land,
Edgar's
superior.
Elwin
sits atop the beast, horned and fat,
gorging
on ticks in the black night.
Edgar
flies high, his target upwind. He hears only
the
breeze in his feathers.
And
then he plummets.
He
activates photon canons with
an
acute feather rearrangement
Sending
a coarse beam through the night,
a
fluorescent javelin.
He
kills twice: The bird: obliterated.
The
cow: a cauterised arc in its back,
smoking,
dead.
Edgar
is the toast of Offa's steak-and-cheese party.
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