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12/23/2024 for New Chance With Pleiades For The New Year Poetry Contest sponsored by Andrea Dietrich

Owl

Of the cold night, am I,
Observing with each eye.
Overhead, I explore.
Ominously, I soar
Over the forest floor.
Oops, what nixed Mousie's life?
Only my talon's knife.
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Evangeline Avatar
January 2, 2025 at 5:59 PM
This is so cute! I love the rhymes! Congrats
Crandall Avatar
January 2, 2025 at 7:51 PM
Thanks Vanya!
Miller Avatar
January 2, 2025 at 7:28 AM
Great poem so good to get the rhymes in there too, congratulations
Crandall Avatar
January 2, 2025 at 9:53 AM
Thanks Terry!
Rodrigues Avatar
January 2, 2025 at 6:24 AM
Congrats, David! You had fun with this one…we soar along with the owl as he prepares his talon for dinner.
Crandall Avatar
January 2, 2025 at 9:53 AM
Yep - thanks Kim!
mysore Avatar
January 1, 2025 at 11:50 PM
'Observing with each eye' now that caught my smile. lovely, congratulations on your win dear poet. Cheers!!!
Crandall Avatar
January 2, 2025 at 9:52 AM
Haha - thanks!
Dietrich Avatar
January 1, 2025 at 8:50 PM
A very catchy poem especially with the knife metaphor at the end . Great job and congratulations.
Crandall Avatar
January 1, 2025 at 8:57 PM
Thanks Andrea!
Greenhough Avatar
December 24, 2024 at 10:11 AM
Be careful. I hooted at an owl a few night's ago. He thought I was disparaging him. He hooted back louder and was on his toes ready to attack. His cohort, a female owl, was very impressed. Animal poems are a favorite, and I love this one called "OWL".
Greenhough Avatar
December 24, 2024 at 10:24 AM
Get a cat and you'll see an owl. I keep my cat inside at night. Cats are an owl delicacy. I'd prefer they'd stick to mice.
Crandall Avatar
December 24, 2024 at 10:21 AM
That's pretty cool, Hilda. Believe it or not, I can't remember ever seeing an owl - too much of a city boy my whole life.
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