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 broad wing span flying away.
Soaring silent I clear steep mountain's crest,
Then swoop with precision to snatch my prey.
My talons cling tight to my beating breast,
Till I feed my owlets a father's way.
Gliding high o'er Arctic tundra I roam.
Lemmings are known as my favorite quest.
Soon I will prepare a warm cozy home
In early May when I build a large nest.
There's danger of wolves and foxes when near,
The prime predators we snowy owls fear.
2-11-16
For Personification Owl contest by Eve Roper
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 the light
Fish, rabbits, rodents and birds are nice
Lemmings are a daily delight
With yellow eyes and beard of black
I rule my frozen domain
Neither fox nor wolf would dare attack
Even eagles are aware of my fame
The ghost like snowy male owl am I
With razor sharp talons to die for
Arctic tundra is where I prowl up high
Where snow peaks are just the ground floor.
Feb 6 2016 an original poem by Daniel Turner
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 at my chest
like a downy insulated coat that's better than a vest.
I'm busy keeping watch over my two mated hens
who sit on the nests we've built on mounded dens.
I've eleven mouths to feed, all screaming for food
at night I'm quite busy searching the neighborhood.
My golden eyes are keen so I can see best in the dark
When I dive for a morsel I never miss my targeted mark.
I hear something scampering beneath the blanket of snow.
It's a scurrying little mouse. Be right back, I have to go.
Another snack for my babies, newly out of their shells.
They think they have to eat when their stomach compels.
Now that it's quiet, I'll perch on a branch up in this tree
and keep a watch out for predators who want to eat me.
Hunting is much easier because my fur coat is purest white.
I blend in just perfectly with the snow by day and at night.
I can turn my head in any direction by swiveling it around
Until my prey approaches, I'm good at not making a sound.
A fox is creeping in from the North, hoping for some action
but my sharp talons will chase him away, to my satisfaction.
Excuse me for a moment, but I see an approaching artic hare,
a hardy meal for the chicks, my mates will chew to prepare.
There are humans living near by, in a log cabin over the hill
they leave meat out for me when they make a fresh kill.
I've no reason to fear them because they never hunt for owl.
I love living in this frigid climate where I'm free to fly and prowl.
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January 31st, 2016 Owl Personification Contest by Eve Roper
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 guest
This nocturnal hunter sits and waits
With one graceful swoop from it's branch
Appears like a white ghost
Swiftly and silently gets it's prey
Any movements noticed
In one swoop catches it's meal.
By Phyllis Babcock
FOR CONSTANCE mini blog on Beautiful Birds
The owl gazed upon the forest
As though the whole world was his fortress.
Stella H
nocturnal voyeur
satin sprite in the dark night
clandestine assault
As day turns to night she's awaken
hunter, food provider for her brood,
Stretch, flap wings, feathers shaken,
pitch black, one thing on her mind
nocturnal rodents high protein food,
with stealth she flies, silent, streamlined,
eyes clear, professional killer, all fears
especially mice, vole, one way blood feud,
when our snowy owl silently appears.
Nocturna.
A B A C B C D B D.
snowy owl perches
on the back of bald eagle
a taxi with wings
Snowy Owl, your feathers so white
I have always wanted to see you
I hear other kinds, hooting in the night
A pleasure it would be to see you too
I suppose one snowy winter
You will fly so quietly here to visit me
After the summer flowers wither
You will arrive with splendid beauty
Heidi Sands
7/13/17
air reconnaissance
pale assassin in the night
stealthily stalking
On the poll snowy owl stands tall and is in full control
Her prismatic eyes are beyond beautiful something to extol
Yet they don’t do justice to her soul
She glides through the air silently soaring off the poll
As she sails through the air mimicking snow
Sometimes flying fast then effortlessly stops to go slow
She becomes one with endless horizon to that point air she will owe
Her transition is even and elastic is her flow
Her spirit reflects imagination that simplifies beyond infinity and above
She is mesmerizing beauty perfection and love
Boundless negative time in performing Sudoku of that imagination fits her like a glove
But because of boundless nature of imagination she can drive it to higher octave
But balance of judgment is there because it must
And as down on the snow and icicles frozen inferno owl her shadow will cast
As she is one with horizon and one with divine artist
She becomes one with noting less then balance of just
snowy owl
hoots at northern sky
crystal dew falling
a vole sleeps
deep in frozen ground
earthen dreams
heaven of stars
on celestial journey
night lights
wolf howls
at the snow moon
brief serenade
dreams fade
into morning sunrise
scent of fresh brew
White bright
Yellow eye
Snowy owl
Tumbling in
The Arctic wind
Stiff claws
Clamping down,
Through the
Seagull's heart, again
I'm a strong flying solitary hunter; living up to
fifteen years in the wild and almost twice that
in captivity. I'm one of the world's largest owls.
I rule the night, hunting in the bitterly cold, desolate
Arctic region. That's my domain. I can also
be seen haunting in broad daylight!
My intense, large golden eyes is a camera;
I see as clear as an Eagle. I mostly swoop down
on lemmings, but I also don't spare rabbits, hares,
and small birds. I have a harsh intimidating bark
when put on the defensive. I migrate south
when prey is in short supply.
Since there are no trees found on the tundra,
I build my nests in a hollow in the ground.
And I will protect my nest aggressively against
Arctic foxes, wolves; even Polar bears. I'm a force
to be reckoned with! My thick feathers keep me
warm and insulated in the freezing cold.
As a male, my plumage is nearly all white with
a few black markings in my feathers. As a female,
I have much more, and I'm larger in appearance.
I command a large territory to breed. My loud hoots
can be heard more than five miles away. I fiercely defend
my territory against Invaders, my own kind included!
As a female, I'm just as formidable as a male,
and I'm equipped with longer talons. I'm quite
an intelligent bird of prey. Sometimes I feign injury
by crawling on the ground, dragging along my wings
to lure a predator away from laid eggs or my young.
Let there be no doubt, I'm an owl among owls!
Date written: 01/31/2012
a snowy owl nests
deeply hidden in pine boughs
yellow eyes glowing
1/30/2020
Contest: STRAND SELECT A ,any form, any theme
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Contest: Strict Haiku Poetry Contest
Sponsor: William Kekaula
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