Hooty McOwl

Inspired by a local news item

Hooty McOwl went flyin' one night

Lookin' to whet his owl appetite

With claws outstretched and radar on

He spied a big bug in the danger zone

Full speed ahead, I'll soon have ya caught!

A bullet with wings, his feathers got hot!

The bug flew slow, but Hooty was fast

(Too fast, alas, for owls to blast)

With tears in his eyes and too little sense

Hooty McOwl crashed into a fence

Author's Note

From a local news report. The picture is of the actual owl. Don't worry, a policeman came along and rescued him.

Reviews

[Marie]

Aaaawww!!! Poor Hooty McOwl (LOVE his name!) had no appetiser that night! I hope he had a nice dinner afterwards to make up for the huge disappointment of missing the bug due to being over the speed limit and crashing into the fence. Travelling too fast is never a good idea! Love this precious little poem and of course, love everything to do with Owls. They are infinitely amazing with equally amazing characters. Lovely work. I so enjoyed and thank you for sharing, Sam...

[Samuel Dickens]

Thank you, Marie. I'm so glad you enjoyed this little poem. I think everyone must like owls.

[Marie]

Have loved them since I was a very small little girl, Sam. Remember going into our local hardware with my Mam to buy wallpaper. I saw an Owl jug and fell in love with it and we came home with the Owl and not the wallpaper. Many years later my daughter asked me if she could have it. I thought she loved it as much as I did, but sadly, that wasn't so and there is no trace of the beautiful Owl jug now. I saw the same one on line in Etsy in Canada, but when I went to buy it, it was already bought! It took me until 2011 before I got to see real Owls in a Wild Life Reserve in County Clare, and of course, I fell in love with them and could see their different characters. Some of them were trying to sleep as it was day time and if one spoke they turned their heads and gave you a look which said "Please shut up. I am trying to sleep". They were very funny, Sam and of course, my Spirit Animal is a gorgeous Owl named Ollie... Thank you so very much for sharing Sam. Ps/My youngest daughter is literally afraid of her life of them, can't explain why but though 47 years old she would literally faint to be within 40 feet of one. Silly girl! Must be from a past lifetime, I think...

[Rhayne]

I don't remember you for poems, Sam, but I will for this one! You've been holding out. I needed this after the sleepless night I just had. First giggle of the day has already made an improvement. This was so cute and inspirational, it makes the lighter side of life come through. Poor Hooty. Glad he made it through his ordeal.

As for the 'sucker' post, my dear, you are by far that. The suckers know who they are --- now. Those with a percent of sense at all, I hope, will be making a better choice this time around. I, for one, appreciate you for the service you provided me and my loved ones. God bless you and keep you safe!

[Samuel Dickens]

Thank you. Poems aren't my specialty, (It shows!) but I try to write one from time to time. After seeing the report on a local news station, I couldn't quit thinking about it. The great part is that the owl was okay.
Thanks, also, for your words of appreciation. Every day that monster is in office, there's something new to be outraged about.

[barleygirl]

Awwwww! I love your sense of compassion for all creatures! My cabin is all windows, front & back, so birds often try to fly thru, smashing into my windows instead. The other day a hawk hit my window so hard (never had a hawk do this before!) I'm amazed it didn't break! I love seeing you posting new poetry & I hope you're feeling spunky about your writing again, becuz this is pure delight! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Samuel Dickens]

Thanks, Margie. Dunno about spunky. A back rub from from a hot 50-year-old chick might get my motor runnin'.

[barleygirl]

Well, you're doing better than me, then, becuz I would pretty much hate a back rub from any age, any gender! *wink! wink!*

[SweetNutmeg]

You know poetry usually isn't my thing, but this was a fun little piece. I'm glad to see inspiration struck.Thank you for sharing this with us.

[Samuel Dickens]

Thank you. I'm glad you like this.

[Lorry]

Ha! Love it. So surprised to see poetry from you, but we just never know the when's or why's of when inspiration strikes and in what form.
Love the humour here, which is allowed without getting hashtagged, as it has a happy outcome... If a concussion can be deemed positive.

[Samuel Dickens]

Thank you. I'm glad you like it.

[Chris Shaw]

You know Sam I do like a happy ending and my dismay for poor Hooty McOwl soon lessened when I found out he had been rescued. He looks most uncomfortable stuck in the fence. Maybe he has learned a lesson and will adjust his speedometer in future. Fun poem.

Chris

[Samuel Dickens]

Thank you, Chris. Hooty will be touched to learn that even those across the big water are concerned for him.

[MomzillaNC]

Oh! Poor Hooty. Glad he was rescued.

[Samuel Dickens]

Thank you. I thought it looked so embarrassed. It's head went under the wire and it's wings, over.

[MomzillaNC]

Poor thing. Was it taken to a shelter to recover?

[Samuel Dickens]

Yes. They said it would probably be fine after some rest. I guess you can tell we don't have much big news around here.

[MomzillaNC]

Samuel, I long for the days when "we don't have much big news"