Hoots Poems - Poems about Hoots

...He is distinguished they said And they were not wrong But what is he doing up in the day? Aren’t owls nocturnal? Mr. O is not your ordinary fowl We attended his lecture He taught us about owls ......Read More

...A cold full moon greets baby Mars Ink black sky shot through with diamond stars A crystal wrap cloaks acres down Ethereal light floods all around Golden dear cross the sky line To pull......Read More

...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, fo......Read More

...When dancing Earth's tribal rhythms natural seasons light and heavy step steeped nurturing intent anxiously dark anticipating bright natural exotic music dancing muse content While singing ......Read More

...Coconut trees are the trees of life Providing needs at time of joys and strife. Delicious drinks and foods from their big fruits Soothing our tummy with loud hunger hoots. Everyone can surviv......Read More

...How can they make love when owl hoots, In a deep forest, in nighttime pursuits, With moonlight so bright, They whisper, "Goodnight," To the owl, who just watches and toots!......Read More

...I hear them through the window when I try to sleep, but rarely can; owls calling, echoing through the night. only two species will appear, at least those are the ones I hear, the Barred and Grea......Read More

...Twas a bird in the tree across the street staring at me from the uppermost limb It seemed he was intently watching me perhaps as curious of me as I of him I think he was squawking profanities ......Read More

...Growing up in Podunk Missouri, meant that we had the freedom to roam. Up and down rivers and wooded hills, those places that we called home. Picked berries, peaches, plums, and cherries, and a......Read More

...~ Happy Trails My Friend… There ain’t no worn in path across life’s prairie to show which is the right way for us to go If we‘ve chosen right or wrong is just something that we probably ain’t ne......Read More

..."AS THE MISTY MOON RIDES HIGH" Hoots from hungry owls' echo through the valleys With the morning sun half awake A bran new day opens eyes Surviving through another night Chipmunks, squirre......Read More

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

... the winds breathe in evenings soul of darkness and night comes trailing a gown, black and velvety inky i n k y black, deeply mysterious and moonless an endless canopy a deat......Read More

...There I see three smoking pots on the chimney top And the fire is on the go in my country home Where I sit in my chair made of horses hair Soft are my feet amongst my woollen sheep's fleece ......Read More

...My children ponder this, for something is amiss. I bore and nurtured you. This I was proud to do and in your infant days I taught you proper ways. You played in pastures green, in woods a......Read More