The strangest night ...

By Rhiannonw

Sat, 06 Sep 2014
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of my life … but who am I?

Going from tree to tree
I often see
people who creep around
down on the ground
with little sound –
take cover at night
to rob and fright
and captives take,
demands to make
for large amounts of money.

But the strangest night,
I saw such a sight    
of shadows creeping
while the others were sleeping
or taking their ease
thinking no-one could seize
their arms and their prisoners,
laughing and drinking,
while the unseen were slinking
around every door –
then a brief bang and roar,
and all were surrounded
(who for so long had hounded)
tied, carried to lorries:
an end to their forays
so cruel and violent,
while the victims of recent
batterings and beatings
were released, with such meetings
of hugs, laughter, tears –
freed from the suffering,
anguish and fears.    

I see with precision –
acute my night vision –    
the deeds good and foul
– for I am an owl.

[IP 5/9/14 The strangest night of my life...]

 

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Submitted by Philip Sidney on

Wise owl.

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Thanks, Helen. Observant owl too! Deeds hidden at night can be seen! Rhiannon

 

Submitted by jeand on

HI Rhiannon

What a good way of providing social history of an occurance - from the point of view of an owl.

Jean

Jean Day

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Thanks for reading and commenting again, Jean. I liked the idea of the owl observing the different incidents, and observing the violent being taken. Rhiannon
 

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

An owls-eye-view, this poem, most certainly, Rhiannon, and a highly original take on the IPsmiley  Their vision, as you point out here, so succinctly, totally awesome.  

Tina

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Thank you, Tina. It brought together in my mind different kinds of activity hidden in the dark, and the observer, and the specialness of the evildoers being outwitted. Rhiannon