In my lobby hundreds perch:
Facing front they’re all:
blinking, zooming, screeching, preening
Owls: gigantic, small.
Wear a mask; fly a puppet;
Owl my eyes; grasp a cane;
Sparkle glass; pierce a crystal;
Line them up: minor-main!
Sculptures staring, wood eyes glaring;
Wings poised to take flight;
Pull the string and glass wings beat
Fly to soar with raptor might.
The Vibrant Channeled Creator 
Jan 22, 2013 @ 11:33:26
What a fun collection, Jeanne! Love your photos and the poem that goes along with it. There’s a lot of wisdom in that foyer!
Jan 22, 2013 @ 18:41:29
Hoot!! Hoot!
Oct 28, 2013 @ 10:37:24
Or in this day of technology, make that w00t w00t! I really like your poem, Jeanne.