Sonnet Owl Poems

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,...

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Oh I shouldn’t have left that nest,
these pelting water drops have zest.
They’re cold and hard upon my head,
if they topple this mushroom, I’ll be dead.

So...

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white owl flies low over snow to her hide,
from there she watches the snow melt each day,
holed in an old tree near barn by road...

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I am an owl in the night asking, 'who-
Who' makes those lunic shapes in the distance?
It is the wolf howling under the moon.
She echo’s in...

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The same old path I took each day;
No encounters were received.
Just a plain old trek; the same old way;
So monotonous I believed.

Sure, the gardens, they...

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I know so well the warmth of cold moonlight,
For night is home to all keen thought, blissfully unmaligned.
Helios holds no sway with me, his journey...

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The road from there to here I found not on a map,
Nor blueprint made to keep things mostly on a track.
It was early then, few...

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The owl can see with wide and narrow view
Focuses  both poets and artists knew.
The broad sweep on the canvas makes a place
Where details and...

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The depth of darkest night houses my out spread wings.
Ruffled feathers about my neck are fluttering.
No villain can come within the range of my eye.
No...

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