Best Hoot Owl Poems

Miss DLL Sue is a gorgeous polka dotted blue
Said the owl soldiers assigned to the loo
She has a merry attitude and disposition too
She is down to earth, not all fru-fru.

What is the maiden’s name? Asked Little Stew.
He was one of many interested, not just a...

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sickly stickly thickly tree
No one to strike you down
Axes about but no woodcutters
And me with a sore finger

You are unsightly in my garden
an ugly renegade tree
I tried to rid myself of you last year
Yet here you are stronger than ever

An owl hoot begs me for...

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hoot owl
sacred bird
announcing self
who who who
keeps well hidden
who who who
echoes through forest
direction uncertain
oddly reassuring
hoot owl magic...

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Hoot owl
Distinct owl voice
Echoes favorably
Nocturnal and mysterious
So unexpectedly forest friendly
Hidden away, a dark shadow
Unique who sound
Hoot owl...

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I hear the sound and I stop breathing; there is something magically scary about the hoot of an owl. To me it means someone has gone to the spirit world. No idea why I think this, but it is an internal belief that is absolute....

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Welcome to Hoot Owl heaven the mama owl said.
Her potential date looked shocked. His name was Big Fred.
How many children do you have? He asked, his face all red.
Six?   He flew off swiftly, without even being fed....

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The hoot owl now hoots
In the sombre wintry night
Down low are his foes 

10/15/21
Owl Haiku Poetry Contest 
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Hoot, the owl sitting
on the fat branch in the tree,
eyes staring at me....

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Her eyes can be seen
Briefly in quick glimpses
Sitting high and safe
What is it the child asks
Our hoot owl friend, I reply....

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