Ken e Hall

(Last Century / England-Now Australian Citizen)

***The Owl***


The wind whispered natures breath calm, soothing

The still trees silently grasping mother earth
Caressing the breeze with their soft beckoning leaves
Old moon looks on beaming his face with the usual mirth
Nightfall fills with darkness that sleeping never sees

Wake up calls triggers the wise old owl the master of the night
His see thru eyes scanning the well worn food trails
Free fall wings no beat talons gasp prey no time for fright
Since time began the skilled killing machine never fails

Athena the Goddess of wisdom chose the owl to rest on her arm
She knew this creature was blessed with extreme night sight
A fitting emblem for wisdom the owl cool collective and calm
Indeed again truly the hunting master of the night

Gods wisdom bestowed for nature to survive
Talons for a forest shopping basket
To live life's purpose and truly stay alive

Submitted: Wednesday, September 05, 2012
Edited: Thursday, September 06, 2012

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  • Valsa George (5/28/2014 11:55:00 PM)

    Gods wisdom bestowed for nature to survive
    Talons for a forest shopping basket
    To live life's purpose and truly stay alive....... Love these lines!


    Yes, God has equipped every creature with enough features to survive in this Earth! The owl which is a noctural bird and a carnivores is given keen eye sight to penetrate through the gloom of the night and also talons sharp to catch its prey! (Report) Reply

  • Patricia Grantham (8/15/2013 8:23:00 PM)

    Wow this poem is ever so beautiful Ken. A good piece on the haunts
    and nature of the owl. Its wise appearance with the moon shaped eyes
    that sees through the dark night watching and waiting for its prey. Its
    moves are sure and swift as it swoops down for the kill. A very creative
    write. (Report) Reply

  • Thomas A Robinson (8/1/2013 7:51:00 AM)

    Feathers that are rounded on the ends... for silent flight.
    A call so soft and soothing, suits the night.
    To pluck a mouse without it's squeal
    The humble of humblest
    Who? ...will be all's that' s said. (Report) Reply

  • Walterrean Salley (10/5/2012 10:25:00 PM)

    And truly, a well-written piece on the owl. Love the imagery and indepthness. A really smooth flow. Enjoy it. (Report) Reply

  • Diane Hine (9/16/2012 6:40:00 PM)

    Lovely poem, well-written. The single first line sets the mood beautifully. (Report) Reply

  • Heather Wilson (9/8/2012 2:56:00 AM)

    Talons for a forest shopping basket, (no supermarkets for them) a wonderful write, so descriptive. (Report) Reply

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