Owl

creeped out

 

A Sighting
by Connie Wanek
The gray owl had seen us and had fled
but not far. We followed noiselessly,
driving him from pine to pine:
I will not let thee go except thou bless me.
He flew as though it gave him no pleasure,
forcing himself from the bough,
falling until his wings caught him:
they had to stroke hard, like heavy oars.
He must have just eaten
something that had, itself, just eaten.
Finally he crossed the swamp and vanished
as into a new day, hours before us,
and we stood near the chest-high reeds,
our feet sinking, and felt
we’d been dropped suddenly from midair
back into our lives.
 
“A Sighting” by Connie Wanek, from On Speaking Terms. Copyright © 2010 by Connie Wanek. Used by permission of The Permissions Company, Inc. on behalf of Copper Canyon Press.

Owl

Tid by Sunima

.

sometimes

a most enticing aroma

fills the house

.

unlocks the magic

of the moment

.

the precision of the gears

Woo-Hoo

Thank you Hanna Anderson for the GIF.

Who knew forgiveness
is a transformation?
unclasp-let it go!

In dependance on: Rebecca…Amy…

Fibonacci created the math
Jeanne created the colors

Fireworks
by Rebecca Kai Dotlich

Emerald glitter
fills the sky;
a thousand dashing
dragon eyes
sparkle! flash!
spiral,
climb —
leaping,
leaving Earth
behind.
Roman candles
sizzle,
shatter,
diamonds dazzle,
rubies
scatter,
spilling silver
stars of fire–
blasting bits
of copper wire.
Sapphires crumble
in the sky,
tinsel tumbles
down to die,
onto city streets
and roads;
CRACKLE–
POP!
The sky
explodes!
–Rebecca Kai Dotlich, from LEMONADE SUN, all rights reserved
I’d like to thank Amy for giving me permission to post a poem from FOREST HAS A SONG today.

Photo and Mask by Jeanne

First Flight
by Amy Ludwig Vanderwater

Mommy, I’m scared to be this high.
All owls are scared on their first try.

My tail feathers feel so tingly with fear.
You can do it. Calm down. Careful now. Steer.

I can’t see a thing through all this black.
Just go to Spruce and come right back.

FLAP FLAP FLAP FLAP FLAP FLAP–WHOOOSH!
FLAP FLAP FLAP FLAP FLAP FLAP–SWOOOSH!

Look, Mom! I made it! Wow! I can fly!
I knew you could. You were born for sky.

From FOREST HAS A SONG (Clarion, 2013)
Posted with permission of the author.

Owl

I am private. Owl.

Owl

I’m private.

I read my gut
tea leaves
moon beams
bird bones.

Hide from you
underground
under rafters
under cliffs
under feathers.

Prowl at night
growl at fur
travel on the wind.

I’m private
owl.

Tongue Twister #30: Distance

pet to raptor
rapture met
in feathers

beak of raptor
no back door
escape

claws of raptor
not yet sharp-
cuddly

baby raptor
tiny squat
knows not what
a raptor does

yet.