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 classic oak tree
So near, and yet so far!
The firefly dances with excitement
Her luminous tail aglow
And the songthrush folds down her wings
Relaxing in the still warm air
Soft peach clings to the buildings
While strong apricot dresses the windows
From liquid gold to burnt orange
Now a mauve sheet covers the horizon
The crisp silhouette of the tawny owl
Graces the evening magenta sky
And the crickets begin their shrill song
Heralding the arrival of the long, dark night
Seductive winking stars and the creamy moon
Commence their clandestine romance
Wildlife dare not relax
Predators lurk in the jet black ether!
Gradually, the backdrop loses its ebony
And the scenery takes on an intense cobalt blue
The gentle dawn is slowly approaching
The softest lilac bedecks a fresh morning sky
Irridescent speckles espied through the laurel bush
Dewdrops like glass drape the orchid
Reflecting the fiery citrus blanket above
Before turning warm, cheerful lemon
And powder soft azure blue
This kaleidoscopic carpet starts its journey
On a never-ending cycle of wonder
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 name of the babe abandoned! I've rescued and successfully reared carrion crow chicks when a farmer shot the mum and dad, which left them abandoned! Been tempted to pick up tawny owl chicks, which whilst on the ground looked abandoned; did pick them up and placed them safely where mum and dad could find them. A long time ago fell out with religion, even to this day I look around and see the poor souls it has abandoned. Oh yes, I do have faith, in one, Mother Nature, it so breaks my heart to find that in all she has done for us, she too, is now being, yes, abandoned!
Abandon 2 Poetry Contest, sponsored by Brenda Chiri
07/14/18
“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 those Red Shoes Dot, but what matters to me you dim-witted dove,
is that, I now possess forever,
what you truly “most” Love.
Dot was dying bit by bit from the inside, but her fierce Warrior Spirit,
kept her soul burning with pride,
her head held up high,
however, at this point in the story, she wished she had a big gun loaded
with sharp deadly bullets of Bromargyrite.
Dot ignored the covetous old hag, pitied her, that much can be said,
you see, her brother the mindless Scarecrow, was bolted up tight, locked in a cold Tin Shed -
(punishment, his crime: “no brain in his head”);
Dot continued to soldier on forward,
kept up her Warrior’s stride
and thought of the moral in that story about one’s own bed,
there was nowhere to hide.
Dot now thought to look down at her magic sparkling shoes,
Ruby Red,
thought clicking them twice but what was the point,
all that was Home was now dead.
Dot took her eyes off her feet, with eyes now open wide,
she stood stock still, she noticed with pure horror,
clearly understood -
Toto, whom she loved “Most” of all
was missing, no more by her side,
nowhere to be seen
in this dark nightmarish neighbourhood.
A Lion came out of nowhere emerged from the mist,
Somewhere a tawny owl hooted “Who? Who? Is this now a tryst?”
He was holding his tail and a deck of Queens Slippers,
He purred ever so nicely, “Where to now Missus?
I’ve got your back. I’ll stay true.”
“How hard can that be,” he thought, “to dissolve all of her indigo blues?”
Somewhere in the background all foggy
but right on track,
ACDC was playing, that song,
you know the one,
“The Jack”.
(Lovejoy-Burton/Dec 2017)
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, silence speaks
I get a kick out of the whole song, "What Does The Fox Say"
but I dedicate my poem to "Fraka-kaka-kaka-kaka-kow"
Written February 21, 2014
Sponsor: Skat A
Contest: What Does The Fox Say
I did some research on the Red Fox and they make a sound
somewhat like the Tawny Owl and other trisyllabic sounds
like they are talking to each other..
They are mostly nocturnal
moonlight reflection
tawny owl on silent quest~
river drifts on by
© Harry J Horsman 2022
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 the silver moon
We quicken our pace
To get home soon
Brown bats flitting
Around on the wing
Tawny owl chasing
Every moving thing
Yellow crickets chirping
In the long green grass
Moon disappears
As the grey clouds pass
So soon the darkness
Gives way to morning light
As dawn approaches fast
What a beautiful sight
Tangerine sun
In Magenta sky ….
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 a citrine lake
while glorious goldenrods peep
gaily as fallow bucks’ antlers shake.
Mary’s marigolds shine their best,
a nankeen horizon fails to arrest.
Soon the sun will propose its rest
and slip below the mountain’s crest.
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
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 of a log that burns to heat a stove.
The cawing of a bird and the buzzing of the bees
a trickling from a stream the mind is puts at ease.
When the night-time comes, take off your walking boots
then along comes a tawny owl who sits alone and hoots.
While sitting on your deck with a million stars above
You will feel at peace and this place you’ll surely love.
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 mouse looks for red blossoms
Sparkling spires in spotless snow
frowning from a gnarled oak tree on top
A tawny owl watches them in close vicinity.
The golden dawn brightens the wintry realm
Sparkling shards adorn somber pine
Wood mice look for crimson blossoms
Sparkling sprinklers on soft, spotless snow
Frowning from a gnarled oak tree
A tawny owl keeps a careful eye on them.
The water flowed slowly yet forcefully
over graves near the smoldering flowers
peaceful spaces with vivid colors
When pressed, he listened to his inner voice
This dense forest crossed the Sans Blunder
They chat as they would normally do
Slightly shifting the shade of span sight.
Your silent forewarnings of impending doom
waves of despair and angry yellow
as warning lights for stormy oceans
Leaden skies and torpid pain soothe my heart
hearts exploding with love beyond space
sprinkle sparkles on the moon
The needy hands filled the voids with painful silence
Inked in dark ink, unattainable solace
They converse without paying attention to them
I empathize with your suffering
Do you feel what I am saying?
Written: November 19, 2022
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 tiny tawny voice to call
A tiny tawny hoot.
Two tiny tawny wing tips
For tiny tawny flight
The tiny tender tawny owl
Takes off into the night.
Alan S Jeeves
for : Choose a line 2
Sponsor : Joseph May
prompt: “The darkened sky stole my tears”
submission date : 27/5/25
Placed : 4th : multiple
RETURN MY TEARS
The darkened sky stole my tears
soprano crystalline they quickly disappeared
Lucy my name still neat to tweet, though
inner ocean could no longer drip sighs sweet
desert dry goals, set anew, a different stew
He no longer beheld teary dampened hues
charcoal cloud-lips licked tear salt refined
eerie seraphim pointed saffron south where
fears were consternatingly narrowed near
Danube desires for red velvet attire or
focussed cease fires mattered little
life performances madly tearless brittle
it happened during a talisman thunderstorm
this certainly phantom-like for fairy form
soul aches to touch streamlets down rosy
cheeks so charming, petulant part
of story lost, when eyes dam up but
cannot willow weep, sleepless songs seep
to soak satin midnight pillow a disappeared
right in dim bower, choking hours
‘forget sad droplets !’ flowered cupids harkened,
‘Heart scrubbed clear from harlequin waters
your taffeta tears glisten on thistle in
Garden of Eden, closely listen !’
wolf pacified, ‘not to worry, you can voice a howl’
gobi bear beckoned, ‘come prowl with tawny owl
we will hear symphonic larks in operas dark
tea-rose tears are for unopened hearts
stealing kisses or wishes with swishes
eating sumptuous dishes’
sob I wanted to so bad, be singularly sad
feel drips on hands and feet, wash out eyes lubricate lips with self’s own mineralised H2O
enriched emotion to finely comb, then hit Home
Dark sky ! Return my tears ! Hear Soul’s plea
Tears, my liquidised diamonds, an oasis for me