Ifeanyi Bob Ekechukwu Poet Alliteration

The Night Owl

Hoot! Hoot! Came the call
In silence I listened,heard
Nothing.
Suddenly, hoot! Hoot! 
Came the cry,tree 
Branches rustling,wings 
Flapping.
Seems the world was in 
Oblivion-the absolute 
Silence.
Went I to the window 
and Looked into the 
empty Darkness. As I lay 
down,I Knew somewhere 
I would Hear that sound 
again.

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Connie Marcum Wong July 19, 2020 at 1:25 PM Very beautiful! We have owls here and it takes a sharp eye to catch them inflight as they fly so silently. Blessings

Skat A May 25, 2015 at 10:20 PM I Bob, love the poem. Hope you had a wonderful Memorial Day filled with warmth, pride, and togetherness. love **SKAT**"

Kelly Deschler October 20, 2013 at 5:20 PM I can hear the owls hooting almost every night here in Wisconsin! I love to listen to them, but I only wish that I could understand what they were saying! This is a wonderful poem, I felt like I could hear the owls as I was reading this! Nicely done!...Thank you for the kind comments, once again! Ifeanyi Bob Ekechukwu October 21, 2013 at 2:15 PM Thank you dear one,if you listen well,you will hear the message they are trying to pass to us. Yes some say an owl call's somebody's name when it's about to die.