Bird Of Night Poems - Poems about Bird Of Night

“When the owl sings, the night is silent.” – Charles de Leusse The midnight darkness starts to settle over the river bay As a great horned owl glides across searching for its prey The moon illuminates the hungry raptor's wings in flight As his screeches hauntingly echo along the river tonight ...

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Every morning Hours before the sun rises You find that time to laugh That annoying laugh of yours Just like a feathered alarm clock Set you to make our lives hell It echoes around the entire land Waking men, women, and children No one is safe from you The thing is you rarely travel alone Two, three, or even more All hiding up in the trees Can...

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The rhythms of the night Sounds of a dark symphony A mysterious cacophony Sends chill up and down the spine Shadows chase the light of a full moon Across meadow and forest green No stranger to nocturnal life Where life plays it’s game of opportune The voices of the night Many and strange they may be As the majestic screech owl in flight And the...

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Iris Days Down there in winter In Landstrasse quarters Blankets of clouds And the streets filled with waters Darkness covers the city In the hours of night And no bird Seems to be there Or live there abide Bare are the trees That are standing beside When a candel on window appears as a bride The buildings are ancient For us to uphold Vienna, the city, Is life to be told ...

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night sounds awaken as eerily shrills echo~ ominous mantra plumed wings cast shadows reflecting in the moonlight~ twilight prey tango birds hidden in nests quietly guarding fledglings ~ nocturnal mission a night heron squawks while motionless in the marsh~ still fishing pursuit ...

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twilight snowy owls the night shades their feathers blue wintry flight hunting...

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When sun sets and the deepening shadows creep When most birds go to roost under the canopy of the woods It is then I start my nocturnal odyssey, Flying through still air on pinions, foraging food. I have a heart shaped face with eerie round eyes, Positioned like two peridots fixed on a concave disc. My claws are as sharp as...

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cream glowing golf ball brown owl’s flight in black cool night beauty super moon....

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darkness descends an owl hoots nearby ~ mystic moon beams ...

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the sun retreats to its chamber ~ silhouettes of birds adorn the sky nightfall at the creek ...

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As dusk hours darken the skies ever later Crepuscular creatures return Strisores awaken the heathland As the heat of the day still rises from the earth. Quietness blankets the world in black So silent I hear only noise Yet over the volume of nothingness The nightjars are back with their voice. The trilling incessant and echoing through The forest, rebounds from the trees Bringing...

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It was a brisk and clear moonlit night The moon was out, full and shining bright Raptor sounds echoed of shrills and shrieks As the river danced with tiny white peaks Barren Trees glistened with frosty limbs Nighttime sounds sing soothing hymns Nocturnal creatures now actively awake Busy searching for food scraps to take A deer appears along the riverbank to drink Cautiously...

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Autumn is waiting in the wings, hiding discretely among trees, in plaintive music a bird sings, coaxing a ride on a cool breeze. Summer, reluctant to cede day Autumn is waiting in the wings. Finally gives the nights away to crisp breezes that Autumn brings. Autumn offers gifts of gold rings to match Summer's soft, golden hair. Autumn is waiting in the wings Summer blows kisses...

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a full moon is out lilacs dance with sighing breeze tall tree silhouettes the lake is glassy in the beauty of beyond so still and peaceful I hear the night birds as my heart pitter patters red mars is in sight...

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hooting from oak stand great horned owl signaling clear small critters fleeing written October 14, 2021 especially for "Owl Haiku" Poetry Contest sponsored by Robert James Liguori [syllables checked by PS]...

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