Long Owlets Poems

Mother 


The crisp white winter of her feather clings as a bodily shield, dissolving into the cool of the arctic. Her flat, square of a head and buried neck motion in all four directions as...

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I hunt my prey, late dusk or night
     With wings so quiet in my flight
It's hard to see me up in trees
     Since I am camouflaged with...

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Who says that birds of different feathers can't live together?
God created different feathers for man to admire and understand that,
Similar feathers live in similar habitats,
They feed, fly and passionately protect each other.

Boulders from high, dry...

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BEAUTY BLIND in ZEUS'S EYES

Born in dark with glints of light
the baby owlet flies.
Clots of stars within the skies
and clots in owlets eyes. 

Darkest night and darker days, 
he soars to search for prey.
Seeing not,...

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When I am on the hunt if I want fresh
I choose young, it is always fresher meat.
Young bunnies, squirrels, rats, moles, voles.
Tastier, and less of a struggle.

But when my mother’s heart catches their eye,
And I...

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Ordinary Oliver owl made it to faerie-ville in record time.
Pleased that his GPS was right, it took exactly six hours, deliriously.
If you had driven, it would have been faster, the GPS barked in rhyme.
Oliver rolled...

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Please don’t ruffle my feathers
It is very rude when you stare
I have the most sensitive hearing
And I know you are lurking there

I mainly venture out at night
For I really am quite shy
Many people don’t even...

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A lone wolf, Karlow listened to the jagged parts of herself 
That made her a scamp, a scallywag, a jammed up wood elf.
She had been on her own in the mystical forest for days.
She heard...

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A lone wolf, she listened to the jagged parts of herself 
That made her a scamp, a scallywag, a jammed up wood elf.
She had been on her own in the mystical forest for days.
She heard...

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Love is in the air tonight,
I can see it everywhere.
Butterflies and dragonflies
Flirt while kissing in mid-air.

The fireflies fly flashing.
And illuminate the night.
Children seeing, squeal with glee,
And move closer to the sight.

Love is in the air...

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Cloaked in beige, the park awaits new dusk-time
and there again owlets will start to chime,
through gentle rain,  silence lays all around
while leaves russet glide unto Autumn’s ground
as maples hide their flesh in lean display
where...

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Not  a sound. Now hush . 
Its the flap of a wing against a faded autumn leaf
the shaking of a tree branch as the snowy owl leaps .
And now a russell of fallen leaves...

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An Owls Night Out

Perched high in the trees, far from enemies,
Your head turns in rotation, of 270 degrees.
Your sensitive ears, hears the sounds of prey,
A family of rodents, from their den they stray.

In silent flight,...

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In my white feathered coat, I look divine.
I hunt at night, but also in bright day.
My bold rounded eyes as gold amber shine.
Dawn guilds my broad wing span flying away.
Soaring silent I clear steep mountain's...

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Ready or not it is time to arise
She has been busy all night and it is time to close her eyes

She lives nearby high in a tree
Her rise and sleep cycle is an alarm clock...

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A mottled feather glides,
then pirouettes to the forest floor.

Above me a deeply depressed owl
plucks at its plumage.

Birds of prey are too intelligent
their eyes swivel on lit-up neurons.

Sometimes it all gets too much,
what with the constant...

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