Nate Flying Owl
Biography of Nate Flying Owl
My area of expertise is tigers and other large predators. I've been writing poetry since I was fifteen and I am open to any constructive critisms, so give them if you have any. I love God and and all my friends and family.
Nate Flying Owl Poems
</>Children of the written word You wield in your minds, voices and fingers The weaponry you need to fight for truth In your minds, the ideas
The air is wintry The morning sky is silver And still the birds sing I cease all of my actions
In the dead of january I saunter beneath darkened clouds Evergreens remaining silent Snowflakes drift in speechless beauty
Ode To An Orange
As my teeth slice into its flesh Sweet juices spill over my tongue And steadily slide down my throat As I swallow chewed chunks of pulp
Ode To A Pair Of Hiking Shoes
A pair of well used hiking boots Rest beside an open doorway Their leather no longer stiff As the first day they were applied
Letter To Kokopelli
Kokopelli, mythic flutist, Does any of today's music Hold up to your criteria? Are modern composers worthy
Ode To Silence
Remember the songs of silence That have serenaded your life With unexpected beauty
Ode To A Jaguar
Far beneath the canopy Bathed in moonlight, a jaguar Strides with grace through the night
An Elegy For Nelson Mandela
Dearest Tata Madiba, may you rest in peace, Your time on Earth is done and your life was well-lived. By your efforts, people of South Africa and- Throughout the world now see the forest for the trees;
Ode To A Raindrop
The first cool drop of water Released from the skyward mist On an autumn afternoon Traverses my sweaty brow
Grandson Of Moon
Fearless of the darkest midnight I stride through the shadows that find my path So much have I endured so far Though evil haunts my every step
Letter To A Killer Whale
Dearest Orca, long has it been Since we last enjoyed the pleasure Of each other's companionship What oceanic adventures
Enters The Water
The aroma of a recent downpour Lingers on the air like a charming kiss Grey clouds still concealing morning sunlight Songbirds signal the attendance of spring
Letter To A Child Soldier
Child Soldier, you afflicted soul All the carnage that you have witnessed Must be cumbersome to your heart With such torturous persistance
Within the far depths of a moonless night,
A pride stirs among the dancing shadows.
The herd is not aware of the danger,
And their movements leave a young one exposed.
Moving as silently as possible,
The pride focuses on her and moves in.
Driving her further away from her kin,
Taking her life with remorseless hunger,
Without mercy, without a second thought.