The Hunt Poem by Barry Middleton
The Hunt
the owl is watching me
he knows I cannot sleep
he calls into the hush
where silent shadows creep
I will not answer him
at least not on this night
for just before the dawn
he slips away from sight
with that the midnight owl
will find his hiding place
I'm granted one more day
the moon will set the pace
but owls always return
and I take no affront
this is not personal
the owl was born to hunt
Owls are so wise and they are the indicaters of death. Dear sir you have so nicely inscribed this poem with touching collocation. The last stanza is more impressive. Thanks for sharing.
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4/24/2024 3:49:02 PM # 1.0.0.1119
The last stanza paints wonderfully the wisdom of human soul!