Ode to the fowl.... the Owl

[Harold]

Ode to the fowl.... the Owl

In a fit of fright,
we fly at night,
afraid of what might be.

You lurk,
out of sight,
under full moons light.


Do we see,
from what we flee,
is our shadows.
In bright moon light you are out of sight.

Dogs howl.
Is that a growl?

A owl though wise,
upon a branch he lies.
perched up in his tree...
In darkness he can see.

The blind in darkness, full of woe.
Have not the knowledge,
they do not know.


At dawn the light
of day it breaks,
The bonds that darkness
wish to take,
enslaving you and me.

For it is the Owl,
That which we should howl.
In darkness he can see!

But oh wise bird,
Have you heard,
You hoot,
but not, for me.

At the break of light,
wise Owl take flight.

For it is you.... you!
asking who?...hoo!

In the light we see,
that it was you!
Asking who?
How could that be?

Why would you,
ask us who,
when after all,
it was you
whose questions drew,
answers in the dark,
what a lark, in the dark
you ask who?
But it was thee!

Why would you,
oh wise bird,
ask us who,
when it is you,
at night in darkness,
who clearly see's.

I stop,
I think,
I wonder who?
It is, that calls out to me.


My mind,
too so dark,
but from questions,
alight a spark,
a prescious flame,
and I begin to see.

And if I stop,
to look and ponder,
who, hoots their hoot to me.
Will it not be the one that hoots,
who will prey after me?

So now I see,
how a wise fowl,
the great old Owl.

Uses his hoot,
in the dark,
to prey on you and me.

So in wonder I stop,
and from atop,
your gaze,
it falls upon me...
In darkness,
your prey,
you see.

I stop,
to ponder,
who hoots out yonder?

I think it is for me.

But I am his prey,
and hide till break of day.

He hoots his hoo,
so his prey will stop in wonder.

He hoots, I ponder,
I stop to wonder....
Is this the end for me?

RMC

 

[Oxajil]

Nice poem Harold! :D Keep letting the creativity flow naturally and write whenever you feel like it :)

 

[Harold]

Thank-you Oxajil. That was the first time I have posted a poem I wrote. Anywhere. :) :D

I wrote this while I was cut off from the forum here. It is very inspired by Lauras work, and those here on the forum.

Years ago, me and a girlfriend were walking to a friends house across the street. He (our friend) was behind us, we were leaving my place. It is(was) surrounded by tall red pine trees. We looked back to wait for him to catch up to us, about 4 feet above his head was the biggest bird we ever saw! It was night and this big hugh Owl was checking out(preying) our friend, as it cruised just over his head! It was really a sight, the thing was so big! Anyways... in some sense, that Owl has never left me. I'll never forget it.

That experience, plus the movie 'The Fourth Kind' and 'The Wave', are what inspired me to write it.

I wrote another poem while I was cut off from the forum, it is totally 100% inspired by Laura's work and all you's guy's....
I think I'll fix it up a little and post it. It is quite the rush recieving appreciation from you.
Its nice when you feel someone 'gets' you.

I think we all want to be understood. I know I do.

cheers
Harold

 

[Oxajil]

I think it's really great that you express your thoughts and feelings by writing, like you did with the Owl, I'm sure it was pretty intense seeing that big owl!

I think I'll fix it up a little and post it.

Cool! :)