Night Owl Poems - Poems about Night Owl

Great night to sleep tight Onyx sky looking at stars Owls hoot a piercing cry Did he just call sweetheart Now I lay me down to sleep I pray that I wake up Good night poet or good morning Hope you get plenty love Tootles...

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On becoming a night owl..., no matter whether or not ya give a hoot especially after feeling super charged watching the second night of Democratic National Convention conclave ushering a hint of "Liberté, Egalité, Fraternité. Men and women are born and remain free and equal in rights. Social distinctions may be founded only upon the common good. Article 1 of the...

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grabs a hat from the hatstand fraught, he warps the midday sun no apricating mellow touch in haste, too early a venture while camouflaged conspirators beckon to no end, lest he dawdles through waxing moonlit gossamer and warms the trees of dusk ...

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Around and about ten o'clock PM, No matter how tired I felt through the day, Something strange happens within my brain stem And I'm ready to up, up, and away! Ideas hit me from out of the blue. My creativity suddenly stirs. Levels of energy refresh anew And beddy-bye thoughts unfocus and blur. I know in the morn the price must be paid. I'll...

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eerie uncanny empty churchyard sinister ...

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I am A Night Owl By: Noel N. Villarosa June 4, 2022 Staring long at the laptop My workplace is quiet Active and mentally tip top I am an owl that flies at night Night sorting and engaging that way Was a man deep in his thinking Working with a good employer that will stay Energy peaks naturally in the evening With refreshed curious eyes I cast...

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dusk sets full moon night brought perch high owl hoots head turns shape drift one side on ground snatch prey still lull tucked in snug, warm calm sleep till morn 1/16/2022...

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Oh night owl My constant companion With luminescent eye's Piercing through full moon To ward off vampires and werewolves alike And notify an early warning alert call Slayers to arm's Silver , Garlic Stakes , Crosses At the ready Battle commences at the stroke of dusk And ends when the sun rises For those who survive Only to resume hostilities tomorrow night again...

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Poems of the Early Bird ~ Night Owl Two different birds make their nests in our home ...

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NIGHT-OWL feathered winged bird hooting flying down action see's a mouse outreaches his claws who's that he squawks and calls - 6/12/20 written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2020 PENSEE poetry type...

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=================== From the darkness of the eaves, bathed in evening's undertone, something's seen among the leaves - something made of meat and bone Bathed in evening's undertone, something tries to slow it's breath Something made of meat and bone, sensing sudden, silent death Something tries to slow it's breath Something's seen among the leaves, sensing sudden, silent death, from the darkness of the eaves =================== 04/22/2020 Prompt #1...

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Moon, let us be friends again! The night is young and the stars are spread like city lights! We will wax and wane together, you and I, passing through each other’s dark and light. I will decorate your face with the bright colors of laughter like icing painting a grinning sugar skull. Every day is the Day of the Dead, remembering...

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We must realize that we cannot take all the challenges in one day Optimism and positive expectation Not tonight ... maybe tomorrow at least not tonight One place the limit must go in a soft transition ... from day to night Relax well before you go to bed Sweet dreams 24.04.2019 Sun :) - A-L Andresen :) Copyright © All Rights Reserved...

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Through frosted, fall night window panes, a darkened shape in a pine tree, an owl tall, tufted, stately, listening for scurrying prey. Gliding down, slow, whisper-quiet, mouse stands out on the dusted leaves, talons grab hold, down comes the beak... I am lucky to have espied it. Flaps back hard for the midnight pines, with one quick bolt it’s had a feed, regains its perch,...

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The night is dark and mysterious A time of reflection.. As I ponder in silence.. The night.. Quiet and still.. The sound of crickets singing happily.. A tune.. A beat of its own drum.. A night owl sitting comfortably by a tree.. Hoot hooting away.. Singing along.. Combining its melody to the crickets.. The night owl knows when to chime in the hoots.. Correspondence to the crickets.. The crickets...

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