Eight-line Poems

The Night Shift

The Night Shift

As evening shadows fill darkening hollows,
a phantom form takes the dark and follows,
under gloomy eaves and forest dripping,
his ghostly presence vague yet gripping,
the nightly hunter silent tracks his prey,
deadly assassin strikes then fades away,
gone upon his unexpected prowl,
the whispering death, ephemeral owl.


Line count: 8
Rhymed couplets
For Express It In Eight, 01.09.23
Prompt: Prowl.