A Hunter Bold Poem by Ernestine Northover
A Hunter Bold
An owl, in his solitary state,
Sits motionless and yet,
He's watching with an expert eye,
For the arrival of sunset.
Throughout the night he'll hunt for food,
Swift and silently he flies,
Beneath the branches thick with leaves,
And then across the moonlit skies.
He is a very wise old bird,
Content to sit and wait,
For creatures scurrying in the undergrowth,
Something tasty for his supper plate.
With saucer feathered eyes, and a mottled breast,
He reigns, in his patch, supreme,
A dream in flight, a hunter bold,
A schemer with a cunning scheme.
© Ernestine Northover
Ernestine, Great imagery. I could almost see it happening. Shannon
Wow! Ernestine. This plays on the imagination I could almost see it Many Thanks Love Duncan
Ernestine, We have some land, woods that my husband hunt deer on. For the longest time in an old tree the was a very large, grumpy Owl. This poem reminds me of him (or her-we couln't tell) He would follow you with his eyes and could turn his head all the way around. We never found out what happened to him, probably found new territory. This is a wonderful piece filled with beauty and imagery. Thank you for sharing it! Blessings- TGR-(Theresa)
I enjoyed reading this great poem. Thank you for sharing this example of bold animal.
You’ve done this great predator such justice. Through your rich and strong words, the owl soars high. Simply wonderful.
'a schemer with a cunning scheme'. I have to remember that one! Excellent, a perfect ode to a wise predator. loved it.
The owl is a beautiful bird as is your poem, well written. Andrew x
My daughter collects owls. My personal favourite is the barn owl who moves on silent feathered wings like a ghost You words capture the spirit of the bird
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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I love owls, Ernestine. such wonderful and vivid creatures of the night. a poem to a genuine master of darkness, but a symbol of wisdom.