Best Hoot Poems
Glowing fireflies light up the night
Showing their gleams, shining so bright
Moon remains hidden by dark clouds
Soon clouds will pass, release the shrouds
Hoot of owl echoes in the dark
Astute on its perch, finds its mark
Flight of the owl as fireflies glow
Right to its prey, its talons show
So oft I see the moon at night
And wait until the time is right
To swoop and catch a bat in flight
So that I can have a midnight bite
Although, I'm wise and very old
I see at night with eyes of gold
On Halloween my face gets bold
And spooky tales of me are told
By mornings sun I'm full and fat
From last night's meal, that tasty bat
And for breakfast I ate a large black rat
That I had stolen from a large black cat
So now I'll tuck my face that glows
And hide my yellow beak-like nose
Because the sun came up, and I suppose
I'll hoot and hoot and then I'll dose
Wise owl at his post
"hoo, ha, hoo...hoo, hoo, hoo, hooooo"
thus he gives a hoot!
< beneath swollen moon
silhouttes conjoinment dance
hooting escalates
Entry For
Sensuous Senryus
Hoot E. Owl Esq.
By
Tom Wright
A scholarly old owl in the tree sat high,
Calling out to all, is any wiser than I?
He’d read his book,
From his overlook,
Whoo whoo ha hoo, was his erie cry.
Today is the first day of the rest of our lives
No matter how much time we have left
A sobering thought as we reach our golden years
Our number could be up tomorrow, next week, next year
So we must enjoy life to the fullest, make every day count
We don't get to go around a second time
When we're young whipper snappers
Old age is eons into the future
Our main concern is dealing with everyday life
With all of it's ups and downs, it's uncertainties
With romance, with choosing a vocation
But when all is said and done and we near retirement
It's all water under the bridge
So what I'm saying to all you young folks
Live your life to the fullest
Make every single day count as if it was your last
Tell your loved ones every day how much they mean to you
In case you don't get another chance
Life's a hoot... enjoy it!
© Jack Ellison 2014
The big, silver moon
Seems to brush against the trees
An old hoot owl calls!
As an owl flown hoot
Dreams howl
At the night awoken
Hoot and howl of night
If no one seems to give a hoot about a poem you've written,
try reading it out loud to your dog or to your kitten.
And if, as you read it, all the while,
you see their tails wag and their faces smile,
it was worthwhile ~
at least ~ from where they're sittin'.
Break Forest Quiet
The Shrill of a Barn Owl
The Job Accomplished
As a child at night, tucked up into bed
counting sheep would never work for me
counting only up to three
then drifting from my head
An imagination Big enough
self-sabotaging dread
a shadowed figurine
with glowing eyes instead
whistling gusts of wind
the creepy creaking shed
What if something hungry lurked outside
looking to be fed
its favourite snack was little girls, with ringlet curls
who wore Pjs colour red
scared but curious, I tiptoed across and carefully I tread
perching by my window
oddly sitting on the ledge
was a creature looking back
tilting slow its head
A frightening hoot so loud
was why I spun around, and to my parent's room
whizzingly I fled
Started out feeling down till my heart started singing
Couldn't help joining in, couldn't hide my grinning
Life's a big hoot
With happiness to boot
Come on youse guys, in joyfulness you'll be brimming
Old Hoot was a good old dog
A good old dog in deed
The finest dog there ever was
Caught every coon he ever treed
Chase anything that had four legs
And catch them most the time
His average was pretty good
So we ate pretty fine
Well Hoot he didn't hear to well
And it finished him I fear
When he was after a coon one night
And the train he couldn't hear
They had run through brush and brambles
Over hill and over dale
They had run till they could run no more
When he went to cross the rail
We gave him a mighty fine send off
Like no dog ever has
But I'm afraid he went to heaven
Thinking that Raccoon got his ass
I don't believe You are going to do anything for me
I believe that You'll let me fry
I believe that You will teach me a lesson
for disobeying You for whatever
You are going to find any excuses to hone in
Well God You don't need an excuse
You just hone in
You can make my day
'cause I don't care
It's a waste of time to try
It's a waste of time to please you
'Cause nothing I do will cut it
So I am not going to even try
You can sure do whatever
S whatever
I don't give a hoot
It's a waste of my f time
I truly don't care
I really don't care
Hoot if I care
Miss DLL Sue is a gorgeous polka dotted blue
Said the owl soldiers assigned to the loo
She has a merry attitude and disposition too
She is down to earth, not all fru-fru.
What is the maiden’s name? Asked Little Stew.
He was one of many interested, not just a few.
They call her Hoot Owl Daisy Lee Lynn Sue.
She twirls and dances a dainty petite soft shoe.
Many enjoyed having this quick overview.
They rarely see a new owl with a pretty hairdo.
She attracted most of the bachelors at Battalion Q.
She had so many suiters, that soon away she flew.
Written 4/28/22
Contest: To Lighten the Load
Sponsor: Angela Tune