With Obsidian Eyes

Cherry

By skinner_jennifer

Thu, 29 Aug 2019
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16 comments
 

Gracious wings pass under shape shifting clouds,

gliding on soothing current of zephyr air, pursuing

verdant open expanse, as evening shadows sweep like

mysterious ghostly souls across hills and valleys below.

 

Scanning land and skies mythical enigmatic eyes,

searching for prey through sprinkling of rain.

Does owl have anywhere special to be? Why yes!

Hungry mouths need feeding. Inhabits a barn,

farmer doesn't object as she glides in through

open beams where shafts of light stream in,

 

In passage of time her young will grow

undertaking preening and learning to fly,

farmer's eyes will gaze with delight

as this bird of prey takes flight.

 

 

 

Picture from pixabay free.

 

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Comments

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Nice picture of the farmer enjoying the privilege of watching them hunt and grow. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Thank you for your comment Rhiannon,

I was inspired to write this poem after watching a documentary about a family of barn owls. They are such inspiring birds of prey.

Appreciate you reading.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

A wonderful portrait of a beautiful creature - thanak you Jenny

 

Submitted by luigi_pagano on

A lovely poetic description of this nocturnal raptor, Jenny.

Luigi xx

 

 

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

So glad you liked this poem about the barn owl insert.

Thank you for reading and letting me know.

I'm so grateful for the lovely cherries too, many thanks.

Jenny. smiley

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Luigi,

they are such amazing birds arn't they? I just adore their fluffy little babies too.

I'm delighted you enjoyed. Thank you for reading and your comment.

Jenny. xx

 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

i am so admiring of how you evoke the rhythm of the flight! This poem made me think of  wide soft silent wings gliding through gentle landscapes, just as your eagle poem did harsh rocks and taut wings. That you can weave so much atmosphere out of watching a documentary, just by going into your imagination and empathy for the natural world -  I am in awe!

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Glad you enjoyed my poem Di. Wouldn't it be great to have a barn with a hidden camara in the nest, so you could watch the babies growing and being reared by the parents.

I think that your poems weave magic too and show how much in touch with nature you are. But thank you for your kind words which are so appreciated.

Jenny. smiley

 

 

 

 

 

 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

yes! though yesterday, on the kitchen windowsill, my son noticed a VERY  round baby sparrow, just standing there. As we watched , it closed its eyes and started swaying, and I was so worried it was ill! Then suddenly it hiccupped, and out popped a whole sunflower seed! Immediately it perked up, eyes bright, waited a few seconds then flew away - it had just been too greedy on the bird feeder :0)

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Di, that's amazing. To think you witnessed that sparrowg in distress, then thankfully it was fine. I'm so glad the poor bird was okay in the end.

I've had to stop feeding the wild birds because certain people in our local magazine have complained and told neighbours they shouldn't feed birds. It's about pigeon droppings and other things that they think are bad for the enviroment. It's such a shame because I love to watch the birds in the garden and have been feeding them for nearly fifteen years, but I don't know who is complaining, so I'm afraid of upsetting anyone. 

Now we don't see any birds in the garden and the wildlife has just gone...such a shame.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

oh no, how AWEFUL, poor birds, what will they eat? All the advice I have heard (like Chris Packham) is to feed them as food in the wild is no longer available thanks to us! You must be so sad. We are so lucky the people on each side of us just now are kind and like wildlife. I am so sorry to hear about that magazine. Hopefully next issue someone will write in with different advice?

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Thanks Di,

It's the fact I'm not sure which neighbours are complaining, but I don't want to ask...though I might. Come Winter when people are not venturing out into their gardens as much I might start again. It's how guilty I feel towards the birds when I do see them, especially the crows. Strangely, we've never had problems with bird droppings in our garden. We used to have a rat that came up through the drain, but even that's gone.

Our local magazine wrote that squirrels were vermin that spread diseases, which I thought was a horrible thing to say, because I just love watching them feed, especially the new babies. Roll on Autumn and Winter is all I can say.

Thanks for listening to my ramblings anyway Di. Got a lot off my chest.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by onemorething on

Lovely, really like the cyclical element to this. Owls are magnificent. :)

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Thanks for the thumbs up yes  on this poem onemorething. They truely are magnificent birds.

Appreciate you reading and letting me know.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by rayjones on

Lovely snapshot of nature, with some delightful  insights on owls and motherhood 

beautiful poem 

Ray

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Thank you for your kind comment Ray and for reading. Glad you liked.

Jenny.