The Owl

By aislinn22h

Sun, 30 Dec 2012
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Calm, still is the night
Up at a great height
On a twisted twig
The owl doth sit
Listening, glaring into black air
Awaiting a movement, awaiting a stir

Sharpening claws against bark
Huge saucer eyes surveying the park
In the light of the blue moon and stars
Feathers gleam, wings unfold
The owl leaps, beautiful and bold
Swooping and soaring
Through a star speckled sky
Downwards and downwards it doth fly
Silently, skilfully making its way
Closer and closer to its prey

Certificate PG
Poem
Nature

Comments

Submitted by Mark Heathcote on
There are parts Ash, I really like, other bits I don't--I feel the middle has the bones of a good poem but needs a bit more flesh and work, drop words that are no longer in use, doth sit, doth fly... Your best line is about the owls eyes that are almost alien and, to city folk are. Up at a great height ...Sharpening claws against bark Huge saucer eyes surveying the park In the light of the blue moon, stars Feathers gleam, wings unfold The owl leaps, beautiful and bold Swooping and soaring Through a star speckled sky Downwards swoops, downwards spiraling Silently, skilfully targeting its way Closer and closer to its prey just a suggestion? good work!

Mark Heathcote

Submitted by aislinn22h on
yep agree with everything you say, I thought it was a bit basic, but I did write it quickly, thankyou for you thoughts :) and good poem lol x