A Shooting Star And The Owls Poem by Jim Yerman

A Shooting Star And The Owls



This morning while walking in the darkness
I hadn't traveled very far
When I looked up…
and across the sky
I saw a shooting star.

A screech owl trilled, "Did you see that? "
(he was hidden from my view)
Then I heard a second hidden screech owl answer
"Yes, I saw it too! "

I stopped walking at that moment
(as I say I hadn't traveled very far)
for I knew I needed to make a wish
upon that shooting star…

I know a shooting star is rare
I know what the astrologers say
If you make a wish on a shooting star
you're in for a lucky day…

They say a shooting star is strange
extraordinary and bizarre…
they say that there is magic
in the power of that star.

Today, however, I decided not to make a wish
and though it may cause astrologers to howl…
I decided I was lucky enough
to share this moment with the owls.

Wednesday, November 20, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: star
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