Owl Poems - Poems about Owl

...I asked the owl: “What is love?” She said to me: "Ask God." I asked God: “What is love?” He said: “Ask your wife.” I asked my wife: “What is love?” She replied with a smile: «Ask the o......Read the rest...

...Our tawny little bird, old world avian is out on a limb today. Often seen peeking face of angel or small child, or demon from knotty oval hole in our tree.......Read the rest...

...The barred owl - is he really wise? He climbs trees instead of flies. It is mostly in this regard That he runs the risk of being disbarred.......Read the rest...

...Beneath the ghostly moon's silent gaze, Lies a forest shrouded in a spectral haze. Where twisted trees claw at the sky, And shadows dance as the winds sigh. A place where the veil is thin and f......Read the rest...

... Glistening lights in the valley and on yonder hills. Starry night reflected on the ground but with electric bills! Still quiet as the motorway’s to and fro moves through the night. Silent feat......Read the rest...

... I stopped to admire the stars this morning long before my walk was through. When the moon has set and the sky is clear it’s something I often do. As I stood there gazing up…there…in the blink o......Read the rest...

...Her wild barn owl fantasy started in the middle of the night But while she was dreaming, two boys came into sight One was carrying a teddy bear, which was trailing behind. Don’t lose your baby! I ......Read the rest...

... King of Sky Regal Eagle Robin in Mourning Sobbin’ Robin Bird Snatcher Robbin’ Robin The Oldster Blue Jay grew gray The Slowpoke Wood Thrush should rush! Out of No......Read the rest...

...Cowpoke by Michael R. Burch, circa age 16 Sleep, old man... your day has long since passed. The endless plains, cool midnight rains and changeless ragged cows alone remain of what once was.......Read the rest...

...I was an experienced interior designer, whose specialty was outer doors, Ever opening to amber sunshine, as petals open, when vivid beams pour. Functionality and beauty were very vital, s......Read the rest...

...The ivy plant, green and bold hugging the Iron gate Guards the dwellers within Unaware tho they might be The midnight visitor, well acquainted with Ivy Deposits fresh ferti......Read the rest...

... The rhythms of the night Sounds of a dark symphony A mysterious cacophony Sends chill up and down the spine Shadows chase the light of a full moon Across meadow and forest green No stranger t......Read the rest...

... *Murder most foul. Rod Serling, Stephen King or Ellery Queen? Picturesque place on the edge of nowhere, small town American life. Suddenly subject to media glare, reports of the mayor's missi......Read the rest...

...A déjà vu? What can I say? I know the track so well. It is so dark yet treacherous. I am not afraid. Careful, here is a curve, it almost turns onto itself. An old oak tree stands there, just ......Read the rest...

...The crow, a prophet in the pines, Caws a lament, a mournful chime. Is it winter's grip he fears, Or a world grown cold, with unseen tears? The curlew pipes a mournful song, Across the mar......Read the rest...