Hoot Poems - Poems about Hoot

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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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 to them, all the while, you see their tails wag and their faces smile, writing the poem was worthwhile ~ at least ~ from where they're sittin'. ...

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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 ...

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

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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....

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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...

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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...

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