Owl Down
By bhi
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Our usual route past the Howard:
We’re stopped; the shuttered cottages,
Spun into the stringed morning mist,
Their derelict light, a dark star,
Swept howling, breaking at the fence.
A tawny owl, still graceful, lies there dead,
Rounded wings spread as if in flight,
In its eyes captured the surprise
Of that instant when Death came to claim,
And the sky not deep enough for escape.
I stand entangled in the moment -
A crow, silent, rides the wind above,
A line of ants steps out from the grass,
The Earth’s imperceptible turn
Continues to strengthen the day’s light –
Wondering who else will mourn this passing?
The dogs, sombre, pull me away.
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Some very beautiful lines in
Some very beautiful lines in this, and great imagery. I love the sad contemplation of it too. (Tawny owl typo)
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Wonderful imagery, the grief
Wonderful imagery, the grief for an owl - this is our Pick of the Day. Do share on social media. (Bhi, I hope the illustration is ok - it's from here: https://tinyurl.com/c3kjfwj2
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Love this, particularly the
Love this, particularly the short, reportage-like lines - they add to the sombre quality of it, and the sadness - well deserved golden cherries
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What a sad poem but wrapped
What a sad poem but wrapped around the relentless efficiency and beauty of nature. Congrats on the POTD, bhi. Paul :)
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"And the sky not deep enough
"And the sky not deep enough for escape.
I stand entangled in the moment -"
Every time I read this, I am struck by the power of these lines.
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beautiful little birds
beautiful little birds brought by the cat, still irk, but retain their majesty.
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