Hoot Poems

To Wit, To Woo

There's a lot to be said
for silence
but you won't hear it from me
I'm satisfied tongue-tied
as the less said the more I see
and even if the point is moot
'tis a wise owl
who don't give a hoot

YY  UR  YY  UB  IC  UR  YY  4  ME
(Too wise you are too wise you be I see you are too wise for me)

Mushrooms

They were all out standing in their field
with an ass or two and a few moose
along with a stray Canadian goose
when someone let the Appaloosas loose
not a welcome sight nor pretty view
while the moose who cud did slowly chew
the well-trained colt did not bolt
or even buck to shuck us
the goose didn't give a honk or hoot
but the asses kicked up such a ruckus
and if mushrooms you have half a mind
to seek (not the magic kind of stalk)
be aware take care of where you walk
as there by the end of the week let me remind
the field was knee-deep if not chock-a-block
with what the livestock left behind

Life's A Hoot

Today is the first day of the rest of our lives
No matter how much time we have left
A sobering thought as we reach our golden years
Our number could be up tomorrow, next week, next year

So we must enjoy life to the fullest, make every day count
We don't get to go around twice
When we're young whipper snappers
Old age is eons into the future

Our main concern is dealing with everyday life
With all of it's ups and downs, it's uncertainties
With romance, with choosing a vocation
But when all is said and done and we near retirement

It's all water under the bridge
So what I'm saying to all you young folks
Live your life to the fullest
Make every single day count as if it was your last

Tell your loved ones every day how much they mean to you
In case you don't get another chance
Life's a hoot...
enjoy it!

Sherbertta and her Hoot Owl

Sherbertta was elegant, but did not put on any kind of airs.
You talk to her, gnomes were whispering, making dares.
A hoot owl flew by and gave them a dirty look which was odd
Thought they were nocturnal, said a shy gargoyle named Rod.

Sherbertta had flown in on her monarch wings to help them out
Most of the fey greeted her with a cheer, hip hip hooray or a shout.
I thought she was the prettiest April faerie I had ever seen.
Dressed in this Renaissance dress, she would make a fine queen.

Wide-eyed hoot owl, landed on her right arm, as sky thundered.
What about that lace sleeve? Will it be harm I wondered?
Asking if we had wishes to be granted, she took requests from the fey.
She said she would do what she could, and she did fine that day.

If no one seems to give a hoot about a poem you've written

If no one seems to give a hoot about a poem you've written,
try reading it out loud to your dog or to your kitten.
And if, as you read it, all the while,
you see their tails wag and their faces smile,
it was worthwhile ~
at least ~ from where they're sittin'.

Hoot of The Owl

 Glowing fireflies light up the night
 Showing their gleams, shining so bright
 Moon remains hidden by dark clouds
 Soon clouds will pass, release the shrouds
 Hoot of owl echoes in the dark
 Astute on its perch, finds its mark
 Flight of the owl as fireflies glow
 Right to its prey, its talons show

Hoot Owl

Hoot, the owl sitting
on the fat branch in the tree,
eyes staring at me.

spooked by a Hoot

As a child at night, tucked up into bed 

counting sheep would never work for me 

counting only up to three

then drifting from my head 

An imagination Big enough

self-sabotaging dread 

a shadowed figurine 

with glowing eyes instead 

whistling gusts of wind 

the creepy creaking shed 

What if something hungry lurked outside

 looking to be fed 

its favourite snack was little girls, with ringlet curls

who wore Pjs colour red

scared but curious, I tiptoed across and carefully I tread

perching by my window

oddly sitting on the ledge 

was a creature looking back

tilting slow its head

A frightening hoot so loud

was why I spun around, and to my parent's room

whizzingly I fled

Hoot Hoot

So oft I see the moon at night
And wait until the time is right 
To swoop and catch a bat in flight 
So that I can have a midnight bite 

Although, I'm wise and very old 
I see at night with eyes of gold 
On Halloween my face gets bold 
And spooky tales of me are told 

By mornings sun I'm full and fat 
From last night's meal, that tasty bat 
And for breakfast I ate a large black rat 
That I had stolen from a large black cat 

So now I'll tuck my face that glows 
And hide my yellow beak-like nose 
Because the sun came up, and I suppose 
I'll hoot and hoot and then I'll dose

Hoot

They come close to my backyard.
This is their frontier,
a borderland one windowpane thick.
Inside my room, my weakly ticking brain
like a deflated blimp, is wedged
between one ear and the wild beyond.

Sound carries visions at night, details shine.
It’s like you can see, only it’s their
eyes projecting on yours.

When alien cultures meet in the in-between,
they camp at a distance from each other.
They sing, do their daily dance,
they do it close enough for all to see.
The deathless humor of survival
is a ritual.

The hoot owls said all this to the dark,
while my ears scanned an inner wilderness
squeaking like wagon wheels.

Hoot Owls

They come as close as they can.
The tree line is a frontier edge
between them and the brick barricades. 

I imagine them peering over their world 
into mine, and though their hooting 
may be only a prelude to nesting,
this night they speak 
on the multilingual lips of transmission.

When such divergent beings 
encounter one another, they meet at a distance,
skirmish and scout. They lookout
from a catbird seat.

All sounds speak of something.
Where light and dark converge
much can be overheard, much discerned.

Tonight the hoot owls speak though 
that same interspace, their modulations 
are haunting, the way the wind haunts 
the very breath in our lungs.

Miss Hoot Owl Daisy Lee Lynn Sue

Miss DLL Sue is a gorgeous polka dotted blue
Said the owl soldiers assigned to the loo
She has a merry attitude and disposition too
She is down to earth, not all fru-fru.

What is the maiden’s name? Asked Little Stew.
He was one of many interested, not just a few.
They call her Hoot Owl Daisy Lee Lynn Sue.
She twirls and dances a dainty petite soft shoe.

Many enjoyed having this quick overview.
They rarely see a new owl with a pretty hairdo.
She attracted most of the bachelors at Battalion Q.
She had so many suiters, that soon away she flew.

Written 4/28/22
Contest: To Lighten the Load
Sponsor: Angela Tune

Welcome To Hoot Owl Heaven

Welcome to Hoot Owl heaven the mama owl said.
Her potential date looked shocked. His name was Big Fred.
How many children do you have? He asked, his face all red.
Six?   He flew off swiftly, without even being fed.

The Hoot Owl

The hoot owl now hoots
In the sombre wintry night
Down low are his foes 

10/15/21
Owl Haiku Poetry Contest 
Sponsor: Robert James Liguori

Life's a Hoot

Today is the first day of the rest of our lives
No matter how much time we have left
A sobering thought as we reach our golden years
Our number could be up tomorrow, next week, next year
So we must enjoy life to the fullest, make every day count
We don't get to go around a second time
When we're young whipper snappers
Old age is eons into the future
Our main concern is dealing with everyday life
With all of it's ups and downs, it's uncertainties
With romance, with choosing a vocation
But when all is said and done and we near retirement
It's all water under the bridge
So what I'm saying to all you young folks
Live your life to the fullest
Make every single day count as if it was your last
Tell your loved ones every day how much they mean to you
In case you don't get another chance
Life's a hoot... enjoy it!

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