Stygian Owl Poem by Ima Ryma

Stygian Owl

Rating: 5.0


I flashed my flashlight on a tree
While taking a walk late one night.
A pair of red eyes glared at me.
Indeed it was a fearsome sight,
Like the devil decided to
Be found by me for my turn's death,
A hell bound trip for me to do.
The thought did take away my breath.
And with those eyes there came a howl
In high screeching and piercing sound.
All were from a Stygian owl,
A quite elusive bird I'd found.

When noting I'd chosen to stay,
This 'ghost owl' chose to fly away.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Linda Bella Wassermeister 09 November 2021

So the owl didn't Styg around?

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David Wood 08 November 2021

A very lovely sonnet and a joy to read. A good 5*

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