Daybreak in the Sonoran Desert, Yuma County, Arizona.
A great horned owl perches in a palo verde tree in the Sonoran Desert, Yuma County, Arizona.
One morning an owl in a tree
Appeared to be staring at me,
Or maybe he glared;
It’s not that I cared,
It’s just what owls do, don’t you see?
Limerick and photo © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Owl”
What do night, an owl, and a rose
have in common?
Do the birds know what caused
the sun to rise this morning?
If you found the caws of crows
in an oak tree,
would you leave them there
or put them in your pocket?
Why are you perched in the oak,
ready to flee?
She scribbles her suicide note with fervor,
envisioning birds and thorns, and her
arrival at a crossroads in the night.
She tells of a thread, stitching
rose and crocus and
chrysanthemum together in a
crazy-quilt of seasons out of joint.
She sings of a great horned owl
with the shine of moonlight
in its left eye, but not its right.
She curses the mud
from whose ravenous sucking
not even the strongest foot
can pull free. Then,