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In many cultures, the hoot of an owl is believed to be an omen of impending doom. It is said that if you hear an owl hooting near your home, it signifies the imminent death of someone in the household. This superstition has its roots in the belief that owls are messengers of the underworld or even the spirits of the deceased themselves.

The song of a Whip-poor-will, when heard by a home, outside a window, or on a doorstep, meant death. An 1892 article in the Journal of American Folklore documents this superstition in Maine. If a whippoorwill sings night after night near a door or under a window it is a sure sign of approaching death in the house.

crescent moon

"When both birds call simultaneously, it might simply be a coincidence of nature, but it can also be interpreted through the lens of folklore as a moment filled with spiritual significance or a sign of impending change."

crescent moon's sliver lies upon a small gray cloud.... while whip-poor-will sings barnyard owl replies answer as daybreaks 'pon horizon
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Kerr Avatar
December 21, 2025 at 5:02 AM
This is a tanka endowed with scintillating images. Ingenious call and response feature a highlight. Heartfelt thanks, Sara, for your insights on my work, Howard
Kendrick Avatar
December 21, 2025 at 6:03 AM
Howard, I had been hearing whip-poor-wills sing at night here at our rural home since we moved here sixty years ago, then there was that incident when I heard the owl and whip-poor-will at the same time. I was interpreting it to mean there would be a change in my life. We never know. Of course, I don't truly believe in folklore. I just looked all that up when I heard the whip-poor-will and owl. Sara K
Mo Avatar
September 11, 2024 at 7:37 AM
I think owls are super cute but they will gulp down a chick in a huff, This is a nice poem Sara
Kendrick Avatar
September 11, 2024 at 2:17 PM
Yes, they say that owls and hawks do eat a lot of baby chicks as do snakes. Definitely a person who had them would want to protect their animals from being harmed from them. Thanks for dropping by. Sara K
Elliott Avatar
September 10, 2024 at 9:09 AM
Beauteous nocturnal tanka, Sara. Birds have always fascinated me. If this is for a contest it's a strong entry. A pleasant Tuesday to you. xx
Kendrick Avatar
September 10, 2024 at 1:42 PM
Thank you, Regina. No, it is not for a contest. I appreciate the nice review of my work. Sara K
Kauffman Avatar
September 5, 2024 at 11:11 AM
There is such a sense of hope in the new dawn as the calls of these two legendary agents of change fade into a new morning with all of its opportunities! Love the contrast. Well done. Best wishes for the contest. Blessings and prayer hugs!
Kendrick Avatar
September 5, 2024 at 3:03 PM
Thank you, Sam, for the nice comments and also the blessings and prayers. I don't think I entered it in a contest. LOL, but maybe I did. Sara K
Goldsmith Avatar
September 5, 2024 at 10:07 AM
What a beautiful write about owls. I enjoyed reading this one, as I learned something new. Have a blessed day writing away................
Kendrick Avatar
September 5, 2024 at 10:12 AM
Thank you, Paula. They are a beautiful bird with a kind of scary hoot. I appreciate the visit. I had something one morning early before sunup and I wondered for a couple of days what it was then I went out even earlier and I heard the sound again, but it was more continuous. I realized then it was an owl. So the writing came out of the early morning owl hoots. Sara K
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September 2, 2024 at 1:29 PM
A brilliant precedent, as well as, tanka, Sara, and the latter is one of my favorite living labels. Living in town, hoots seldoms exiting taverns. Aloha, William
Kendrick Avatar
September 2, 2024 at 1:52 PM
Thank you for stopping by William. I haven't seen an owl around here in about 30 years, so I am wondering at its appearance. I hope this is a nice day for you. Sara K
Crandall Avatar
September 2, 2024 at 9:45 AM
Interesting folklore background Sara, and atmosphere "crescent moon's sliver lies upon a small gray cloud". I wonder what it portends? An owls hooting does seem a little mournful or a little spooky. I can see how that might have got started.
Kendrick Avatar
September 2, 2024 at 12:50 PM
Yes, in folk lore and Indian beliefs there had to be a start to it in some happening. Thanks for the visit and nice review of my work. Sara K
Buehler Avatar
September 1, 2024 at 8:13 PM
A delightful poem, Sara. Gorgeous imagery!
Kendrick Avatar
September 2, 2024 at 3:11 AM
Thank you, Evelyn. Sara K
Hind Avatar
September 1, 2024 at 9:33 AM
Very beautiful- I didn't know these things about the owl...<3
Kendrick Avatar
September 1, 2024 at 2:47 PM
I read the book, "I Heard The Owl Call My Name" a very long time ago so I researched it since I have heard an owl in my yard 3 times here lately. Thanks for the visit. Sara K
Dietrich Avatar
September 1, 2024 at 9:22 AM
Fascinating info and tanka, Sara
Kendrick Avatar
September 1, 2024 at 2:45 PM
Thank you, Andrea. I appreciate the visit. Sara K
Gasun Avatar
September 1, 2024 at 5:52 AM
So adorable and sweet tanka my dearest poet friend Sara. i love it a lot, so creative. Thanks a lot for sharing. God bless you always and your writings. Happy September! Hugs
Kendrick Avatar
September 1, 2024 at 6:36 AM
Why, thank you, Len. I appreciate the compliments and high praise. Yes, today is the first day of September and actually the first day of fall in meteorologist terms but the actual date is not until the 21st. We need fall don't we. Sara K
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