Through the Eyes of Owls

As a wise old owl
From a branch of a tree.
With eyes wide open
Looked at me
Intently, with his big staring eyes
What is he trying to analyse
What thoughts are coming into his mind
What information will he find?
From staring fixedly at me
To add to this Owl's vocabulary.
That he will hide behind his eyes
Eyes that we humans think
That makes all Owls look wise.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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February 25, 2023 at 9:32 AM
A wise old owl sat in an oak, the more he saw the less he spoke, the less he spoke the more he heard, Now wasn't he a wise old bird. I loved your owl poem, Shirley. Owls are cool!
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March 7, 2023 at 6:31 PM
I loved your comment, Daniel. I also think that Owls are cool, They are also tough to fool Their bird call is Toowit Twoo I hope they are not referring to me or you. Take care, Shirley
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February 25, 2023 at 1:24 AM
Ifowls could speak....
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February 25, 2023 at 1:39 AM
I always image Owls wearing big horn- rimmed spectacles. I think that proves that I am losing the plot, or have never grown up. Thank you, Victor for your kind comments. Look after yourself, Shirley
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