The Owl and the Moon

A little poem about an owl that loves a moon

When The Owl was younger

He tried to fly to her 

No matter how far he went

She never got closer

For tonight however 

He heard somewhere

That a cold night of winter 

Might be the one who'll share,

 "There's a crazy owl,who's fond of the moon 

It may seem nice but he, is a fool !

He says he cares about It being so lonely 

As if the moon could care about him !"

That winter night, kept hiding her dearest jewel 

Her darkest cape, to block the fool

And though the cloth was thick and cruel

To see her shape, The Owl still stood,

The furious night, then sent him storms !

Brutes of wind, shouts of ice cold,

Could harm his body,but not his soul !

To see her shape, The Owl still stood,

Brave yet scared as he had never been...

and death was there, calmly staring at the scene...

The struggle was long, 

The Owl stood alone,

But as the reaper started to whistle,

The thick cape sliden a little...

There she was...Her authentic stains ,

Her shy light, her imperfect shape,

The Owl used to contemplate,

 every single night,

This Moon was His Moon, 

The reason for his might !

Something, tonight was truly different. 

That isolated moment,

Brighter than ever,

Smoother than ever,

But overall, and he felt it,

Closer than ever !

His eyes was now, daring the darkness 

His soul was now, melting the wind blades.

 

He opened his wings,

Set to join his loved one, 

And by flapping them once,

Beat the storms with feathers...

 

Author's Note

Hi, here's my second poem hope you'll like, every critic is a good critic so plleeeeaaasee leave one. I'm still working on it


Thanks

Reviews

[Hsnx]

its very and amazing i love owls and white one my fav....and moon it was so nice ...never would imagine the things i love reuniting...so good

[Moonowl]

Thanks ! I'm still working on it though