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The Night Owl

Hoot! Hoot! Came the call In silence I listened,heard Nothing. Suddenly, hoot! Hoot! Came the cry,tree Branches rustling,wings Flapping. Seems the world was in Oblivion-the absolute Silence. Went I to the window and Looked into the empty Darkness. As I lay down,I Knew somewhere I would Hear that sound again.

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Connie Marcum Wong

Date: 7/19/2020 1:25:00 PM

Very beautiful! We have owls here and it takes a sharp eye to catch them inflight as they fly so silently. Blessings

Skat A

Date: 5/25/2015 10:20:00 PM

I Bob, love the poem. Hope you had a wonderful Memorial Day filled with warmth, pride, and togetherness. love **SKAT**"

Kelly Deschler

Date: 10/20/2013 5:20:00 PM

I can hear the owls hooting almost every night here in Wisconsin! I love to listen to them, but I only wish that I could understand what they were saying! This is a wonderful poem, I felt like I could hear the owls as I was reading this! Nicely done!...Thank you for the kind comments, once again!

Ifeanyi Bob Ekechukwu
Date: 10/21/2013 2:15:00 PM

Thank you dear one,if you listen well,you will hear the message they are trying to pass to us. Yes some say an owl call's somebody's name when it's about to die.