Bwise Owl Why (Author Favorite) Poem by Barry A. Lanier

Shiny strands of moss beards,
Limping down slowly to rest.
Steamy sod placates the earth,
Like a mother lark on her nest.

O' brambles, cat briers, tangled intimate maze,
Morning dew heeds to the fog, creating its haze.
Birds of the feather know not their fate,
Rise in the treetops, cooing their mates.

Why brown pastures in Fall and hilly seperation roll,
While broomgrass and sage, stand upright in folds?
Why the Robin's plumed spray of orange and grey,
Blossoms as he stands tall, to ruffle them away?

Still-eyed and shadow-brow'd wise owl,
How do you defy darkness on low hanging boughs?
O' wise owl so obtuse, no mourning dove,
Yet by thine eye is faith, and thy wing is love?

Watching over water that flows with lullaby sound,
Trickling streams upward, from life underground.
As darkness of night you yield to whipperwill first,
In anticipation we wait, only for your first verse.

Listening in the wind and shadows for song,
Weary anticipation, fearing something wrong.
O' wise owl let me hear nature's angel at last,
Then roaring down the valley...a shotgun blast.