Owl Poems - Poems about Owl

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

How dark the air that winter brings to bear Its dampness crawls into my very soul A sickly moon attempts some light to share As through the mist a bell begins to toll Against all odds, in saturated air A...Read the rest...

coyote moon howls owl swoops killing midnight snack moonlight traps black eyes...Read the rest...

The Screech Owl Miracle Man 9/28/2024 I roused the screech owl from its hole in the tree, Instantly it was talking with an unfamiliar voice. It continued its noises while making dives at me, To exit that tree quickly became option...Read the rest...

Counting silver seconds Loosing teal time Onyx owl beckons Clock call is a chime Karma at it’s prime Saint or sinner shines...Read the rest...

owl guarded the owl pellet house nightly bats tried to get him to move but he was a serious guardian the inhabitants were from another world helpless to defend themselves in this realm he insured their safety the aliens owed him...Read the rest...

an owl stared at Maya from a fence post she knew it was a sign from the great father no ordinary fowl, this one had a red head there would be a death before the end of day according...Read the rest...

Your first touch awakened in me A longing, a lotus A love I once thought dead You stood there and filled My entire sky with only that sole Moonstone look in your eyes The one that told me I was No longer...Read the rest...

On becoming a night owl..., no matter whether or not ya give a hoot especially after feeling super charged watching the second night of Democratic National Convention conclave ushering a hint of "Liberté, Egalité, Fraternité. Men and women are born...Read the rest...

Owl Talk Miracle Man 8/11/2024 Inside the forest, disturbed by my intrusion, this owl gave a hoot. ...Read the rest...

starkly somber skies omnipotent owl overlords parliament prevails...Read the rest...

The peacock and the owl had met along...Read the rest...

The screecher of the cemetery: You fly in between the headstones And hide away in the bell tower When the dawn comes. You know the names of all who are dead— At night, you call to them softly, And seek out...Read the rest...

I swallowed an owl I didn’t mean too it flew in when my mouth was open as I stood admiring a flowery garden its feathers tickled making me cough and scoff ...Read the rest...

Preferring darkness, to forage and hunt, night they choose Relatively world’s smallest owl, yelping is their unique call Eyes highlighted, gray bill, brown birds that feign death to bluff They are listed enangered, they migrate, mob their predators...Read the rest...