Ima Ryma

Bunch Crunch - Poem by Ima Ryma

I'm an owl minding my own biz,
Flying o'er a meadow, and see
This human guy below. He is
A bunch of flowers cutting be,
Muttering that his gal will like
Them fine, and he won't have to pay.
I watch him take off in his hike.
A tree branch smacks the flower spray.
He stuffs the flowers in his sack.
The blooms droop. He says she won't mind.
I can hear the flower stems crack.
From him to her. Will such tie bind?

The guy wows the gal - who can tell?
A bunch of flowers went through hell.

Topic(s) of this poem: nature

Comments about Bunch Crunch by Ima Ryma

  • (7/9/2014 8:00:00 AM)

    Haha! Very enchanting poem! You never know what an owl might see or overhear! And here I was just thinking that they're such a beautiful and amazing species! Never underestimate the wisdom of the owl! (Report) Reply

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  • Babatunde Aremu (7/9/2014 4:36:00 AM)

    Nice write! I like it. Keep on writing. Kindly read my poems and comment (Report) Reply

  • (7/9/2014 3:35:00 AM)

    Beautiful to read the poem and the owl is an innocent bird. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, July 9, 2014

Poem Edited: Wednesday, July 9, 2014

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