Owl-Sound.
On nights like these when coal fires burn,
tainting with soot city's cold air,
I hear the owl from my easy chair
and imagine talons sheathed in thick fur.
Not thru' countryside haunts he screams
but hunts now in crumbling walls
where once stood candelabra-lit halls
full of silk-clad dancers under oak beams.
On evenings like this hungry he swoops
in eyed chance and wings collapsed
plucks from old hearths mesmerized rats
as dust again settles in castle's half-rooms.
From neon's lit roadways an owl sounds
doom's omen for all ruined houses.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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Thanks FAY for a lovely "Tone Sonnet 4442 !) I can both hear and see the BARN OWL ~ lovely photo. Once again you have shared some of the sights and sounds of Autumn ~ beautiful. Your Friend BRIAN
A lovely ode to a magical creature, in my mind. I once had a unique encounter with a Great White Owl, but that it is a long story for another time. Really like this one, Fay!
A fine write and pic Fay.
As it hunts through ruins of castles, an owl' s call do you hear? Somehow there is an unearthly tinge to this natural occurrence. Owls in myth are harbingers of death. In other myths they signify wisdom. Surely, an owl among the ruins of a former seat of wisdom, would be the basis for a great poem. Inspiration!!
Your poem is lovely and it creates images of many things, of ruins, of olden castles, of an owl flying in the night, then catching its prey in a sudden fall. Loved every line. - Phil A.
Very good write once more Fay. Owls are wonderful creatures.
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