Best Tawny Owl Poems

Soft, pastel-pink, aqua, sepia
Turning sharp, gold, striking
The sky is a willing canvas
Waiting to be kissed
By the palette of colours
Multi-shaded layers dapple the heavens
The pace of life is set to slow
Announced by the sleepy, restful sun
Her dying rays cast playful shadows
Open to interpretation!
Liquid gold outlines the...

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Abandoned

I have read and told little white lies to bring smiles to faces of old folk, abandoned! I have reared lambs and calves and piglets too, not knowing why they were abandoned? I have seen left wrapped up warm, with a note, which gives a...

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“Route 66” (Part 2)


The Wicked Old Witch stalked her, flying above 
on her revved up battered old  Peugeot Stick made from 
twigs and oderous putrifying brown crud.
Up to this point all silent, the ugly old hag now cackled her passive abuse, 
“You may have...

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the mother red fox
snuggles in warm den, feeds her kits...
a-oo-oo-oo-ooo

the owl in the tree
on a pitch dark moonless night ...
who-who-who-who-who

the mother red fox
says shhh, shhh, shhh, to the owl....
kits just wow, wow, wow

the crack of dawn breaks
a sunrise of red and  blue ...
zzzzz, zzzz,...

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moonlight reflection
tawny owl on silent quest~
river drifts on by

 © Harry J Horsman 2022...

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Into the sunset    !4/05/2014

Yellow ochre sun 
In Vermilion sky
What a lovely canvas
Pleasing to the eye

Cirrus clouds change
From grey to red
As wild birds fly
To their tree top bed

Red now changes
Back to darkened grey
As ebony night
 Is on its way 

There’s an eerie light
From...

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I gaze at a saffron sunset
as a tawny owl sails overhead,
while yellow sunflowers feel threat
until evening prayers are said.

The flaxen fields and amber plains
reflect the xanthous of fading sun.
A copse of vivid ocher trees wanes
awaiting a primrose moon to stun.

Canary daisies soundly sleep
and dream beside...

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in stillness of dusk
tawny owl is heard hooting ~
a forest nocturne



Owl Haiku Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Robert James Liguori
Date written: 10/15/2021...

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Between the ground and the sky
a glittery orb floating in the sea of gems
It is a dream of gliding on an azure floor
Upper and lower snow clouds
Floating with me, dark and sluggish
The twilight faded evenly.

Illuminating the wintry landscape
In the bleak pines, brilliant shards shine
The wood...

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A tiny tawny torso
With tiny tawny eyes.
In tiny tawny cautious flows
The tiny tawny flies.

A tiny tawny heartbeat
With tiny tawny pace;
A tiny tawny look upon
A tiny tawny face.

Tiny tawny feathers
Of tiny tawny brown.
Tiny tawny eyebrows make
A tiny tawny frown.

A tiny tawny tinted breast
So tiny tawny cute.
A...

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Deep in a valley there is this secret place,
a place to relax with the sun upon your face.
The only way out is to climb up hills so steep
all that you can see is fields of grazing sheep!

Surrounded by restless trees rustling in a grove.
The crackling...

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