Short Barn Owl Poems

the barn swallow swoops
onto a large hay bale
startling the owl...

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barn owl snowy roof
skeletal trees night watcher
in moments hunter...

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Break Forest Quiet

The Shrill of a Barn Owl

The Job Accomplished...

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The barn owl,
Preens his feathers but
Stares down with
Clear moon-eyes,
Before he catches prey...

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You are my beguiling barn owl
You make me to scream and howl

     and when your aloof
     i don't give it a hoot

and i long to caress your soft jowls!...

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she watches the stars
embraced by warm evening air
a barn owl screeches 


For: Owl Haiku Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Robert James Liguori
October 14, 2021...

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Night air seeping in is anything but serene,
hear gossip through my window screen,
mockingbird mocks a few,
barn owl repeats who,
bird talk just like human beings!



4-19-17...

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As the yellow sun slowly lowers over the fenny horizon

          a barn owl slowly lowers its flight over the road towards 

          the gently undulating yellowing land on this still sunny day....

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Barn owl 
silently swoops
spreading its wings, talons 
wide with striking impact snatching
its prey.


2/2/2020


Modern Or Traditional Cinquain Poetry Contest 
Sponsored by: William Kekaula...

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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...

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On his face is the smirk
     of a tired barn owl,

like a queer cross between
     a frown and a scowl;

most expressive is the skewed
     side of his mouth

that's now sliding down a few
     pissed degrees south!...

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IN WINTER
Brown fox
Wears socks

THE WILD JOKER 
Baboon 
Buffoon

NEED SOME ADVICE
Barn owl
Wise fowl

BIRD FLU 
Stricken
Chicken

OPULENCE ON OFFER
Rich dish
Goldfish



4th April 2023...

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Her wild barn owl fantasy started in the middle of the night
But while she was dreaming, two boys came into sight
One was carrying a teddy bear, which was trailing behind.
Don’t lose your baby! I called out, for this dream was mine!
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In silent air on silent wing
the deadly flight to one will find
unwelcome communion in the gloom
that hails the never-ending night

The heart shaped face belies the truth
imparting spiritual grace
a beating heart then nothing more 
a flash of white then empty space...

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October evening, gold and gray
Storm clouds gather up above
Winds will whisper, trees will sway
With barn owls and with mourning doves

October evening, gray and gold
Soon the lantern shall be lit
And hoards of specters, young and old
Like moths, will all be drawn to it....

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A hazy full moon sighs
As poets search
For her beauty
Lose it in
Syllabic paralysis
Stuttered
Alliteration
Conjures up images
Stolen
From magazine covers
A barn owl
Cherishes
Her shadows
Wolf eyes
Reflect her gaze
A silent lake
Swallows her
Apparition
As frogs
Recite
Her poetry
...

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A
Barn Owl
sits up high,
head twisting round.
Rustling undergrowth,
he swoops silently down.
Shrill screech of terror and pain,
the evil deed done, he returns home.
Three fluffy chicks hungrily await,
they feast, stocking up for the winter months.

written 09/20/2015

Contest For the Love of October...

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Hey you! tableau 

            Over here, quick zoom
            Film me, not the moon 
             Ignore that, barn owl
            Wise guy, big eyed fowl
              Shut up, crater head
           I just snapped, then fled

    
Tableau 2 Poetry Contest
   Sponsored by: Joseph May
 Picture 5 syllable counter PS 6x5
 28/03/2021...

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I have seen masks that give me a fright
But the barn owl masks are truly not right
They turn the warriors into crying babies.
Running away as if we all have rabies.

The barn owl masks are spooky for sure.
They have scared the Trojans and Aztecs pure.
We think this is why the Mayans ran away.
Have you seen them? Asked my frightened Cousin May....

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Songbirds are singing,
voices are ringing,
morning arrives in the vale.
Hummingbirds humming,
woodpeckers drumming:
everything hearty and hale!

Throughout the forest:
katydid chorus;
Barn owl has something to say.
Crickets are chirping,
bullfrogs are burping,
glorious end to the day.

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The Alouette again: 5a/5a/7b/5c/5c/7b, two stanza minimum...

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The clouds form deep in the valley
The evening time darkens the skies

Rain falls a pitter patter intensifying slowly in heavier lines
Deer takes shelter under the central oak

The moon shadows drown the barn owl flight
Nature settles down for the night

A cold, drenched cat clambers through its cat flap to be home warm

A homeless girl watches with no where to go....

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Is it a hoot owl? Someone queried.
I had no idea. Wondering myself.
There are so many kinds of owls.
I had researched them.
It is probably not a barn owl I guessed.
For the barn had been torn down.
Two nights later I discovered my error.
Staring at me from the top of an elm tree was a large barn owl.
She looked at me in an accusing way.
How long will it take to rebuild that barn? I asked my husband....

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Great Horned Owl challenged Great Gray.
Northern Saw-whet flew away.
Snowy Owl decided to stay.
Mouse scurried, afraid he would be prey.

Northern hawk took bets that day.
Black-capped Screech thought it was gay.
Barn owl got highly into the fray.
Farmer’s gun scared us all away.

We will have a duel another day
Great Horned Owl said to Great Gray
When he said it he dropped his prey.
Juicy rabbit hopped away....

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it’s got me in it’s cold fanatic grip

still able to quip the foes

but finding the prose

far too inadequate

to describe what I felt inside

and went through tonight

in that old abandoned house

whether it was a mouse

or a barn owl

I sure as hell

got the hell scared out of me

let it be, I think, but I don’t

part of me won’t let go of the hope

that there’s something out there 

creepier than I’ve ever seen

happy halloween...

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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 owl patrols
Noiselessly it glides
Over the golden yellow drifts

Suddenly, it flaps its wings
And stares down intently
Below on the soil a startled vole
Sees a white star fall
A squeak and the owl is gone 
And with it the limp vole....

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