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Little Rock Hooty Owl

Little rock hooty owl sits stoically poised his roost, the computer tower atop my desk. Mr. C.W. Hoots is his name though he never gives a hoot least none that I can hear but please, just call him "Hoots" for this is what he prefers. His eyebrows arch perpetually in that usual scowl that all good owls it seems favor among their many faces. Atop his perch he roosts a starring contest between us I will most assuredly lose for those steely black eyes of his get me every time. Most oft times he seems so sad perhaps a bit lonely too I do believe that now is the time to find this Mr. his Mrs. for no one should be alone and most assuredly not a pet rock.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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Date: 2/22/2012 6:29:00 PM
Hi Melody - At first, I thought this was about a pet owl. The ending was a clever twist. Liked the way you described him all the way through. (In case I didn't thank you yet - thanks for your comment about my poem.)
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Date: 11/11/2009 4:56:00 PM
LOL shusssshhhh don't tell I have 2 lizards! Light & Love
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Date: 7/4/2009 8:27:00 PM
Your poems are a pleasure to read. JB
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Date: 6/12/2009 9:25:00 AM
I was chucking at the end Melody, i thought you had a pet Owl, kool>James
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Date: 4/8/2009 7:26:00 PM
You trap the reader with this poem, Melody. We are imagining a glorious owl perched atop the computer tower (perhaps an owl statue I thought). Then you give us a hearty laugh by revealing Hoots is your pet rock. Very clever, Melody. Great poem! Love, Carolyn
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Date: 4/8/2009 6:23:00 PM
vivid imagination but used well in the creation of this piece. jhl
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