Best Snowy Owl Poems

In my white feathered coat, I look divine.
I hunt at night, but also in bright day.
My bold rounded eyes as gold amber shine.
Dawn guilds my...

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In majestic beauty I stand alone
My lifetime mate included
Together on land we build our home
Preferably secluded
My five foot wingspan is solid white
Hunting is done in...

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I live on the frozen tundra where cold winds blow
I'm never bothered by the amount of ice and snow
The thickness of my feathers are deep...

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When the sun sets in the western sky

And night descends upon the land

The snowy owl awakes from his rest

And in the forest seeks a dinner...

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nocturnal voyeur
satin sprite in the dark night
clandestine assault...

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The owl gazed upon the forest
As though the whole world was his fortress. 

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A snowy owl sat on her nest
   while tending to her brood;
her mate flew out upon a quest 
   to gather...

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A meek Monet, a gentle Van Gogh
I may seem too nice and mild, though
The moon knows my true name

In lust I ascend to claim my...

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Sacred Gratitude 
Rockin and Rollin inside my soul
Beckoning musical notes float within me
My heart surrenders and opens
Expanding

When the world outside dances in tension
Feeling bleak and...

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Upon icy lake

Snowy owl seeks nourishment –

    Craves a sip of spring...

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Alligators, Aardvarks; Arctic fox and hare. Also Armadillos and Asses will be there!

Bobcats, Beavers, Boars; One Blue whale will do! Bovines and a Booby (maybe...

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This is a poem I wrote last year for my grand children....one loves bird...future ornithologist, maybe?

Owls belong to one of two different families or classes,
Even...

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"The Messenger"

Love is rich with 
venom and honey. 

there was a female ...

snake, 
it watched 
with green-eyed 
avarice, covetting
a dove’s nest

the dove, 
was white as...

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Land of the living skies

Where the Saskatchewan  prairie lies

Skies painted with every hue

Pinks, purples and shades of blue

The sun slowly sinks in the west

The...

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walking silently with the spirits of the woods 
             the stunning acquaintance of...

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