Barn owl lands on the soft grass
With a giant whump
Scaring away mice and chipmunks
They scatter in many directions
A garter snake was not as lucky
He gets carried off in giant talons
Lunch for owlets
Categories:
owlets, animal,
Form: Free verse
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 hunting,
surviving, keeping warm enough
to kill and avoid being killed,
raising ungrateful owlets.
I pick up the lovely feather
stick it in the hatband of my fedora
walk on whistling light-heartedly.
The owl watches me strolling away
with a very peeved owlish glare.
Categories:
owlets, poetry,
Form: Free verse
owl ruffles feathers
nocturnal hunt for small prey~
owlets wait near by
3/14/2022
Bird Haiku Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
How Many Syllables
Categories:
owlets, bird, night,
Form: Haiku
talons clamp shrews head
body parts torn into shreds
agog owlets fed
Sponsored by Brian Strand
Syllable counter ps 5/7/5
A STRAND (1068) Poetry Contest
08/02/2022
Categories:
owlets, allusion, bird, food,
Form: Haiku
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 the whispers of the owlets, their wisdom a praise.
She renamed herself Karlow, to fool the hunters chasing her
Vowing to never return to the evil king from Kingdom of Murr.
She was a shape-shifter. She transmogrified during yesterday’s hunt.
She changed into an elf, right in front of them, naked, to be rather blunt.
Karlow was tired of the harem; it smelled of perfume and lotion.
She had stayed hidden, not wanting to be summoned at a king’s notion.
She wanted to learn multiplication, geometry, algebra, and vocabulary.
She had her sights on running an orphanage, fudge factory and dairy.
Night-greeter, a virile young male elf found her to be delightful.
She did not want to talk; he recognized this, for he was insightful.
So he gave her some space, but he watched her carefully from afar.
For he had never seen a beautiful elf before4 who arrived on a star.
Categories:
owlets, fantasy,
Form: Prose Poetry
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 the whispers of the owlets, their wisdom a praise.
She had renamed herself Karlow, to fool the hunters chasing her
Vowing to never return to the evil king from Kingdom of Murr.
She was a shape-shifter. She transmogrified during yesterday’s hunt.
She changed into an elf, right in front of them, naked, to be rather blunt.
Karlow was tired of the harem; it smelled of perfume and lotion.
She had stayed hidden, not wanting to be summoned at a king’s notion.
She wanted to learn multiplication, geometry, algebra, and vocabulary.
She had her sights on running an orphanage, fudge factory and dairy.
Night-greeter, a virile young male elf found her to be delightful.
She did not want to talk; he recognized this, for he was insightful.
So he gave her some space, but he watched her carefully from afar.
For he had never seen a beautiful elf before who arrived on a star.
Categories:
owlets, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Rhyme
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 tonight,
I can hear it in the trees.
Bullfrogs sing; their dreams take flight.
And love calls cling to the breeze.
The wise old owl blinks her eye.
And whistles, Hoot-hoot, hoot, hoot!
She already loves her guy.
Three owlets have just said “Hoot.”
Love is in the air, tonight.
Can you feel it in your heart?
Children gather near, each night.
Familial loves then start.
My soul feels your spirit near.
Connected, cherished within.
I see love in your eyes, my dear.
You are where loves’ breaths begin.
By Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
1/12/2017
Categories:
owlets, animal, bird, children, family,
Form: Quatrain
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 crest,
Then swoop with precision to snatch my prey.
My talons cling tight to my beating breast,
Till I feed my owlets a father's way.
Gliding high o'er Arctic tundra I roam.
Lemmings are known as my favorite quest.
Soon I will prepare a warm cozy home
In early May when I build a large nest.
There's danger of wolves and foxes when near,
The prime predators we snowy owls fear.
2-11-16
For Personification Owl contest by Eve Roper
Categories:
owlets, bird, nature,
Form: Personification
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 mixed with a swish of dew covered grass
A mouse nervously looks for food knowing death is just a wings flap away.
The snowy Owls owlets wait eager for food and natures lifes cycle must be rode
The owl see's just the dropping of dew .
Swoops with talons bared and glint in its eye then disappeared into the night sky
and one single red droplet lands during the flight to indicate the mouses last fight.
The barn roof is broken the nest lays within
the noise level rises as the hooting begins
The owlets now feed and can go back to sleep
and the owl fly's away to do it again,
for a comp owls 11/02/16
Categories:
owlets, nature,
Form: Personification
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, you take to the nocturnal sky,
Lead instinctively by your senses, as you fly.
Astute and wide eyed, raised wings of pursuit,
Your decent begins, like a free falling parachute.
Late night meal rest securely, in your talons clutch,
Baby owlets awaiting food, and their mother's touch!
An Owls night out, a birds’ eye view of normalcy,
Aided by wisdom and integrity, through eyes of mystery!
Written: © 2/10/16
Submitted for: Owls Personification form - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Eve Roper
Categories:
owlets, adventure, flying, nature, night,
Form: Personification
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 see me
For I don’t make a noise when I fly
My head can turn 270 degrees
So my eyesight is extremely good
Under cover of dark I lurk in the shadows
So you may not see me in the wood
I have two enormous eyes to see my prey
My face is shaped like a heart
I have a beak instead of a nose
I swoop on a mouse like a dart
I am a master of clever disguise
My feathers can camouflage me
You may not even be aware I’m there
I can blend in with the bark of a tree
My family of owlets stay with me
We stay near our roost in the spring
Our chatter is special, we hoot twit twooo
But you won’t ever hear us sing!
02~05~16
First three stanzas of the poem to be published in January 2017 by Cambridge University Press
Contest Owls Personification form
Sponsor Eve Roper
Submitted to Premiere Contest #9
Sponsored by Skat A
Categories:
owlets, bird, nature, night,
Form: Personification
Lake ice cracks with cold
breath hangs in frozen silence
stars sparkle above.
Great horned owls hoot
bitter February night
owlets to follow.
On this frigid night,
may we share as one this fire
that burns within us?
Categories:
owlets, valentines day, winter,
Form: Haiku
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 twigs imbed the gangly stems like hay
to shred reams of petals, a torn bouquet.
Yet a wooden bench glows , scenting deep night
As love bestows an oath of fate’s delight;
in September’s innate grace, one kiss, two hops
enshrining wrapped embrace through clear dewdrops
while Fall’s bench cradles woven dreams with finesse,
a season of devotion, of stars that bless
this fond appeal to grasp eternity
into all cycle’s reels, evermore free.
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Isaiah Zerbst’s Interlocking Rhyme Contest
By nette onclaud 1/25/2015
Categories:
owlets, autumn, devotion, places,
Form: Rhyme
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 for me
She has been hunting all night and it is time to rest
She is feeding her owlets and tending to their nest
I hear them noisily demanding their food
they must be an adorable feathered brood
Then as dawn breaks in the sky
Mama owl proclaims it is time to say bye
She calmly sings her song acoustic
I awake hearing her music
This natural cycle repeats every night
She tells me it is time for me to sleep as she takes flight
Categories:
owlets, bird, blessing, good night,
Form: Rhyme