The Barn Owl
~*~
I am one of nine babies born in a farmer's barn,
The barn is cozy and even has an owl door;
My birth nest so warm with stuff like grandma's yarn,
To keep us fed- into the dark mom will soar.
The barn is cozy and even has an owl door,
My perfect ears, heard the farmer call us owls;
To keep us fed- into the dark mom will soar,
While waiting for food I do whistles and howls.
My perfect ears, heard the farmer call us owls,
Oh, we are the only owl with a heart-shaped face;
While waiting for food I do whistles and howls,
Today I went hunting- had my own prey to chase.
Oh, we are the only owl with a heart-shaped face,
Felt the urge to leave today- on my vibrant wings;
Today I went hunting- had my own prey to chase,
I flew to a church steeple- made a nest of odd things.
Felt the urge to leave today- on my vibrant wings,
My birth nest so warm with stuff like grandma's yarn;
I flew to a church steeple- made a nest of odd things,
I am one of nine babies born in a farmer's barn.
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January 31, 2016
Pantoum/Personification/The Barn Owl
Copyright Protected, ID 16-750-702-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, Owls Personification,
Sponsor, Eve Roper
Second Place
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