Verse First ~ The Owl

Verse First ~ The Owl

Welcome to VERSE FIRST, where simple notions prompt amazing poems.

Today's notion?

THE OWL

My friend, Jo Kalil Hartman, took this photo in her Tucson garden. A pair of great horned owls nested and raised two owlets in a eucalyptus tree. After looking at her photos, I was inspired to read some "owl poetry". This one by John Haines captured my attention:

If the Owl Calls Again

at dusk from the island in the river, and it's not too cold, I'll wait for the moon to rise, then take wing and glide to meet him. We will not speak, but hooded against the frost soar above the alder flats, searching with tawny eyes. And then we'll sit in the shadowy spruce and pick the bones of careless mice, while the long moon drifts toward Asia and the river mutters in its icy bed. And when the morning climbs the limbs we'll part without a sound, fulfilled, floating homeward as the cold world awakens. 

Today's assignment:

Using either the above photo or poem as inspiration, create your own wise piece of poetic writing. Choose your words carefully. Let your message soar.

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