Sighting

Friends go on safaris To observe life in the wild. Here in New York City, All the wildlife’s fairly mild. But yesterday I had a thrill To vanquish any scowl For, hidden in a leafy tree, There sat a saw-whet owl. Birders with binoculars Had homed in on this treasure And the little bird sat still, Just filling us with pleasure. I’ve never seen an owl alive Except those in a zoo And here was one in Central Park - A saw-whet, too – who knew? It wasn’t quite a lion Or a zebra or giraffe But my saw-whet owl sighting Was excitement and a half!

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Red Omara

Date: 3/19/2013 10:25:00 PM

Reading the comments, Ilene, it seems nobody has seen an owl. New York must be really hard core civilisation. Lovely poem, though. And thankyou for your congratulations. - Red

Robert Johnson

Date: 3/17/2013 3:33:00 PM

Gosh, I'm not sure I've ever seen an Owl either. Hmmm. :) Central Park's not the zoo it used to be huh? :)

Pam Woolford

Date: 3/16/2013 12:27:00 AM

Ilene, I've never seen an owl in the wild only pictures. You made this little bird really come alive in your poem. Very enjoyable read. Pam x

Terrell Martin

Date: 3/15/2013 9:37:00 AM

LOVE your 4th stanza: "A saw-whet, too – who knew?" Sounds like you've captured the essence of the owl in a single, amazing sighting. I, too (Who knew?) love birds of all kinds and find this poem quite...may I say, Devine! Terry

Robert Heemstra

Date: 3/14/2013 6:36:00 PM

I never saw an owl, but I heard an owl while I was in Georgia, USA. A nice read on New York Safari.