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| The Owl | |
| By steamrail | ||||
| 15 January 2007 | ||||
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What inspired me to write this was poem was my love of owls. The most gracious of all the birds-of-prey is the owl. They are such beautiful birds - their ability to turn heads round and the eyes that never blink. The OwlBrown wings spread Flap like flags Owl leaves barn Heads to tall oak Talons grip thick branch Short screams Grievous shrill Head turns Watchful eyes search out prey Wings capture air Stream; skimming water Flies obliquely Beak grabs mouse Carries to barn Feed hungry owlets Moon sinks Sunlight glimmers above the horizon Snuggling with chicks Weary lids close
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