Owlet Poems - Poems about Owlet

...The young wide-eyed owlet was almost too cold to hoot He sat in the crook of the oak, looking at his left boot He needs a little cap, I will knit him the farmer’s wife said. Okay agreed her husban......Read the rest...

...The visceral pains were sharp, stinging and stern! She swallowed them, in the bloody biting bitterness. The gory talons of the fat obstetricians hung loose, Ready to clamour for the afterbirth, sa......Read the rest...

...Spring the magical season of natural splendour, It's glory brightens and blooms every life, Birds chirp in meadows and call for their mates; The tap-tap of the woodpeckers, And their court......Read the rest...

...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 her b......Read the rest...

...They found the owl…this morning…”Look!” the young boy said. On the street in front of their house…a little owl was dead. “What are we going to do?” the boy asked as he got down on one knee. “We’......Read the rest...

...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 catche......Read the rest...

...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 se......Read the rest...

...Bird liberty A bird flies toward her two friends resting on a tree, They are so glad to see her, It is quite long since we have seen you, they said Yes, I flew off a cage a few minute ago I ......Read the rest...

... Nocturnal creature signals calm A tender night that's sure to bring, The rising scent of dew-laced balm Where Eagle Owl reels on a swing . I listen how it yelps again Through silhou......Read the rest...

...If I could Harken to thee, a sonnet, of loves most great desires, the mere utterance, would warm thine ears as the soft crackles of lusts fires The ambiance, of shadows dance across the Scotti......Read the rest...

...He was very thin, half naked, one arm broken, glasses cracked. Early morning an owlet will land over its head And give a long hoot. The bleary eyes will look down non-chalantly on browsing goa......Read the rest...