darkness falls on woods
let's you know his presence
makes you guess location
Piercing
screech owls nightcall
hidden within tree limbs
golden eyes glisten in the moon
stinging
In flight
brown gliding streak
finding his way at night
landing on old jagged tree limb
screech owl
The Screech Owl
Miracle Man
9/28/2024
I roused the screech owl from its hole in the tree,
Instantly it was talking with an unfamiliar voice.
It continued its noises while making dives at me,
To exit that tree quickly became option of choice.
nocturnal bird of prey
with silent flight
softly feathered wings
like warm brown cinnamon
or often soft hued greys
long and rounded at the edges
a hooked bill
and tufted ears
talons sharp for hunting
with a voice mournful
a tremulous wail
sometimes a loud
piercing screech
sometimes a high pitched trill
lives in the forest
near a stream
perfect eyesight
he hovers above his prey
then strikes
the kill is quick
and he flies silently into
the dark forest
the screech- owls
are creatures of the night
with beautiful round golden-orange eyes
always watching . . .
in the dark of night
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June 18, 2022
Poetry/Free Verse/screech-owl
Copyright Protected, ID 06-1466-443-18
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Submitted to the Standard contest, Creatures of the Night
sponsor, Julia Ward, Judged 06/19/2022
Second Place
There was a guy who lived by a cool beach
One day he found a bottle in his reach
He grabbed it, then rubbed it
Genie popped out named Schmidt
Not who imagined, he looked more like Screech
* Screech was a character from the show” Saved By The Bell”
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
midnight silence
screech of eagle
panicked prey awoke from sleep
HAIKU CONTEST inspired by BASHO only Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Damned I-Be
Date: 08-01-2022
snow swathed twilight woods
owl’s screech stirs superstition -
the deer hunter shakes
Susan Ashley
October 16, 2021
All tidy and neat, smelling apple sweet
Life pranced forward in an amazingly great way
Then there was a hiccup, a screech, a slap
Or something else that changed it into a foggy mean thing
For a second but most did not hold a grudge,
Reverting back to the happy joyful way it used to be
Before the event
Not all
Some held onto the hiccup and screech
Wailing and keening
Tearing their eyes out of their faces
To prove the horribleness of the slap
To retain its power
To stop living
And it all happened
Secretly in a subconscious world
Where no one else could go
No longer tidy or neat on
Stanton Street.
Love bananas on my spoon sizies
Have a tendency to climb trees lately
Grown a tail
Longer arms prevail
Nothing unusual but at times I screech
Scribble scrabble scrimpy screech
Dribble drabble dimply dish
Sunny solemn simple sojourner
Boiling biting bunson burner
Wrinkly brinkly water bottle
Twisting words we rarely swaddle
Scribble Scrabble Scrimpy Screech
Bare your buttocks, bubbly beach.
Written January 20th, 2020
Contest: Twist My Tongue
Sponsor: Nina Parmenter
A Screech of Silence
I see a vision slightly blurred
into the darkness while interred
will greet the lightness in my musing
In Vietnam there was no cruising
just a slower trek toward death as time went by
still increases
into a screech of silence
my guitar echoes with a hum
lamenting chords within its thrum
not seeing senses and not hearing
evoking melancholia
the populists amass not caring
without their voices or their ears
into a screech of silence
the images I’m meant to feel
will find a refuge in my dreams
to share my guitar with my drums
and sign my music with a seal
a loud response that it will teem to all
into a screech of silence
Sounds of Silence
Sponsored by John Hamilton
July 28, 2019
Written to the tune of Sounds of Silence
Start to Screech
What we should do is start to screech;
Trump, Trump, Trump must impeach;
What we do know;
He was a *****;
God another lesson to us did teach.
Jim Horn
Screech, Coo, or Gobble –for contest
The Dove!!
What would we do
in the darkness of icy winter
sit cold and hungry
listen to its inane cooing?
The Eagle!!
The lofty hermit…
soaring above - alone
screeching at the wind
unapproachable aerie dweller.
The Turkey!!
Ah, the delectable turkey
fat thighs of hefty drumsticks
pale white meaty breast
sweet rendezvous at dinner’s plate.
Less handsome – yet
more filling than the dove.
A sensible choice
Eagle vs Turkey
Symbol vs Sustenance
Ideals vs Pragmatism.
10/10/2015
submitted to – 1776: The Eagle, The Dove, or the Turkey? poetry contest
sponsor – Mary Oliver Rotman
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