Animal Owl Poems

Olivia does not shapeshift into an owl
she is never not one, her hooting is real
shapeshifters can separate their animal personas
Olivia does not attempt it; their...

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claws dug into tree 
sitting at a remote spot 
capturing days light...

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it was a solemn October evening, the kind despicable witches love
I am a white witch, this is not my favorite kind of evening.
From a branch...

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Owl in a box pops in and out and nods his head
Zebra steed rolls his eyes in disapproval, his cheeks all red.
Why did you wake...

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Like any girl, my cat loves shoes.
I keep her in mind with the new pairs I buy.
She looks in the morning to note what I...

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Today I’m thankful for the owl…
A truly wonderful bird….
who reminds us we can be wise
without ever saying a word.
...

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Black king seeks a pawn, the hour ... ink affects,
pleasures acquaint of camouflage tactics,
pleasures game on, decent for chess, black tux,
meet in a square, grassy...

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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...

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Beneath the cloak of midnight's grace,
I spread my wings, begin the chase.
Through the whispering trees, I navigate,
A seeker in the dark, my hunger won't abate.

The...

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Sheba conducted her business like a queen
An owl who had kindness without any mean
We loved her look, her feathers were bright
Everything she said and did...

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Napping on shifting boughs, a restful stirring
Moving the spirit to sing and dance, soaring,
Gliding over the cloudless night, skies blurring.

Resting on gentlest night, sleep so...

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Owl somehow turned into a brand new encyclopedia tonight
His powerful wings changed into pages, as he flew out of sight
How did it happen? Some of...

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cream glowing golf ball
brown owl’s flight in black cool night
beauty super moon....

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a hush descended on the forest with the wing flaps
giant bird landed on the branch of an honored oak
she looked around in the dark, her...

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At harvest time
Where a white ghost flies
Across a blood red moon
Behind the fields the rolling hills
Are purple, pink and blue

Over a dreaming wheat field
A barn...

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