Hoot Owl Poems - Poems about Hoot Owl

Hoot, the owl sitting on the fat branch in the tree, eyes staring at me....

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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 few. They call her Hoot Owl Daisy Lee Lynn Sue. She twirls...

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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 Sponsor: Robert James Liguori...

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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. I wonder if it is someone I know. I shiver...

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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 mercy on your behalf Lucky for you Native American ancestors have...

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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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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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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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