The Owl (2) Poem by Sheena Blackhall
The Owl (2)
The house of the owl
Nets stars and moonshine nightly
Her feathers are unruffled, her soundless flight
Runs faster than spilled quicksilver
Owl has a tiger's heart
Her face is a white rose of opened petals
She consorts with seraphim and fireflies
A mistress of aviation
When she dives, she opens a rat's veins
She is the mouse's nightmare
Her beak unzips the rabbit's beating heart
She is the Hemingway of the woods
Night is the bulling
She is the caped matador, swirling over her prey
Kindness is excluded from her repertoire
She chews the delicious baby of the hare
We forgive her her trespasses
Owl is an honest killer
What a thoughtful and beautifully articulated poem written by an accomplished poet. Each and every line has a unique flow and rhythm…I am speechless. Outstanding write! Thank you, Sheena. Huge 10.
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4/26/2024 5:17:52 AM # 1.0.0.1119
What a fine poem about one of my favourite birds. Its soundless flight is amazing and we do indeed forgive her. A creature and a poem of much grace.