Tawny Owl in wooded back yard

Great Sage is wise as an Owl ...

My morning  view was an Owl perched for my pleasure... 

He had stopped to smile with eyes as large as chestnuts... 

He stood like a Statue in a Park of Crepe Myrtle trees 

as a hurricane breeze swept through the leaves... 

He seemed to be lost on a horizon of dreams as 

he screamed in a manner of a tug boat at sea... 

a fog horn sound that lingers through the mist 

the wisdom of the ages embedded at ease... 

Reviews

[emmajoy]

' He had stopped to smile with eyes as large as chestnuts..' Laughed because i see that!

You have such a way and insight about the/your natural world, Pat. I can sometimes see you sitting at the window, on the porch or patio or somewhere, slightly hidden.. watching intently, listening as if you had to learn the air's music... you don't miss a thing. Your poem is smilingly wonderful.. so pleased I called as intended before.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Em.. I hide behind my kitchen curtains and look at the Railing on the old but sturdy deck outside the window. I keep the railing around the long side of the deck covered with bird seed including oiled Sunflower seeds. The Mourning Doves come in pairs and devour the seeds. Male and female Cardinals come in pairs and now they bring the young cardinals to teach them how to find food and be alert to predators. So because of their instincts I have to peek around to get a good view, but try to not scare them away. Some times, different breeds will show up... which delights me to no end. If I am in the back yard I often hear their Song. God has planted us where we can grow. Amen... as ever, Pat

[wordman]

well i love nature and all creatures,they seem to like me as well
turned down a rural rd just at dusk one flew over my truck,the wing span about 6 ft
caught me off guard didn`t know what it was for a minute

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Word... a bird with a wing span of six feet...
should be named "Super Bird"... like Super Man.
What an experience. The Owl in my poem was the only Owl we have seen in years... if ever. I tried to identify the Owl in our yard and found the Tawny Owl to be close if not the exact one. We only saw it once a week or so ago. I will never forget it. truly, Pat

[wordman]

kinda scared me,big round eyes gray head,just popped up out of the blue

[Patricia Wedel]

It must be fascinating to study Owls in general. They
have quite a reputation for being Wise... but then Yoda also was Wise. so much to comprehend. Think I will go to sleep and dream awhile. as ever, Pat

[barleygirl]

Your poem fully immersed me into the magic of this morning sight! I was already in love after reading "Tawny Owl" in title. "Eyes as large as chestnuts" put me over the top. The hurricane breeze thru Crepe Myrtle I almost felt . . . then the passage carrying so much lively sound, but not a squeak of it sounds like any way that owl sounds have ever been described! It really grabbed my attention with the freshness of your observations! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Margie... I was thrilled to read your review of Tawny Owl... It seems we have so much to learn about Owls... I must research how they got the Honor of being Wise. And hence the term "Wise Guys".
They must have Wise Eyes and surely they must have supersonic Ears. No hearing aids for them... unless they could lose their hearing. Someone told me recently that a white Cat with blue eyes is often Deaf. We had feral cats and a few looked like "Lavender Samese... even the Vet said so when we took one to be neutered. The Vet discovered this white cat was totally deaf. The things we accidentally learn. Thanks for stopping by Wise friend. hugs, Pat

[barleygirl]

Since I try not to constantly write about dogs & frogs (my favorite pals), that means I must learn about new creatures, which often sparks a poem! The things that keep us young!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i think humans tend to scream more as they get older and wiser, just like the owl.
we see better and it makes us want to fly away from the state of the world...
maybe being an owl wouldn't be so bad....then from our perch on the branch we could comment on the state of things.
j.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Jacob... we enter this world as a baby who can only cry and scream until they learn to say words. However, it is true... as we age and perhaps suffer from dementia.. we may cry and scream at times... just because we can. I have seen this phenomenon with patients in dialysis when they age and cannot understand why all the tubes are taking out blood, cleaning the blood and then returning it back through tubes to the body three days a week for years... unless they get a transplant which does not always last, and then back to dialysis for the rest of your life. It is a great innovation. Before 1940.. people wold simply pass away rather quickly. truly, Pat