BellaDonna Posted June 23, 2006 Share Posted June 23, 2006 The mighty gray owl sat atop the old pine tree He was once a noble creature Now he is only a memory Ruler of the night Why are you starving? Where is your prey? Have you lost your strong grip? The owl no longer controls the darkness There is no movement among the branches No glorious swooping He became silent and still The pine tree crashed to the ground All he has ever known, His haven, his throne Is gone. I wrote this for the beautiful owl that used to live near my home. The sound of him whooing used to be my lullaby at night. Once in a while, I'd be lucky enough to catch a glimpse of his beauty. That was before my neighbors decided to take down the huge old pine tree he lived in and drove him away. When I heard the loud sawing- it made me sick. I hope the owl has found a new home, as lovely as he was. BellaDonna Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
coollady1957 Posted June 24, 2006 Share Posted June 24, 2006 Great poem BellaDonna. One of my favorite hobbies is birdwatching , and learning their habits, etc. I am just a freak over learning about birds of all kinds. It is sad that the owls home was destroyed. Hopefully he did find a new spot to live. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
AnotherBrokenDoll Posted June 24, 2006 Share Posted June 24, 2006 Its sweet! Great poem! Kepp on writing! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
yeawutever Posted June 26, 2006 Share Posted June 26, 2006 Wow, very creative poem!!!!! Nothing better than the love of nature, sad thing the owl's home was invaded, but hopefully it found another tree!! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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