Owly in My Wood

Posted on June 14, 2016. Filed under: Photography, Poetry | Tags: , , , |


Owly in my wood so wide-eyed,
You perch above the green floor,
Where lunch skitters,
But you look at me
Swiveling your head.
You wonder, danger?

The black thing clicks,
She crouches down
And leans forward.
She turns the black thing.
She walks along the ridge,
And peers out from the pine.
Finally she goes away.

Now, where is my lunch?

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Hey, Mary. Thanks for sharing the poem (I love the photo) and your gear list. I look forward to reading more and thank you for stopping by my blog. Best wishes. Brick

Thanks for coming over to my stuff too! Happy tramping!

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