The Mother Owl Awakening

Alan .S. Jeeves

THIS POEM IS NOT PRESENTED AS I INTENDED (ie. DOUBLE SPACED).

THIS HAS BEEN DONE BY PERSONS BEYOND MY CONTROL

THUS DIMINISHING THE READING EXPERIENCE.

🙈

 

 

When dark, the twilight shadows shift

A nighttime hunter flies, adrift,

Seeking out her prey.

Gliding on the evening breeze

High above the woodland trees.

The closing of the day.

 

Ears that never miss a thing

Torso floating on the wing

Cruising o'er the ground.

Talons set in ready poise

Waiting for the slightest noise,

Circling all around.

 

Assisted by her curling beak

Her fine-tuned senses start to seek,

Scanning over field.

Eyes that scout for creatures small

As the half-light starts to fall

Her eyes are peeled.

 

Suddenly her goal she spies

Way below her quarry lies

She musters all her zeal.

She sets her line, sinews alive,

She marks her target, starts to dive.

She wins her meal.

 

She rises high with kill in mouth

She alters course, she's heading south,

Making for her nest.

She reaches home, her fledglings wait

She feeds them all a tasty plate

But she won't rest.

 

She takes to flight to quest again

She makes her way through wind and rain

Searching everywhere.

Moonlit feathers glittering gold,

As perfect, gleaming wings unfold,

The mistress of the air.

 

                   ASJ

 

 

 

  • Author: ASJ (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 10th, 2019 02:23
  • Comment from author about the poem: When I was really small, short trousers small, I had a very special friend who lived close by. She disliked the daylight and I respected her for that. She was extremely beautiful ~ large, hazel eyes ~ a wry, mischievous smile ~ and an awesome, delicious voice. She had no name, she had no need for one as everyone knew her. She always wore a gold coloured coat with flecks of white sprinkled here and there ~ in a word she was elegant. I visited her often and told her of my troubles as she was ever so wise and knew everything. On special days she took me by the hand and together we flew high into the twilight sky, her secret place between the treetops and the clouds...... where no one, but no one, was ever invited ~ ASJ
  • Category: Nature
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