Tuesday, August 2, 2011

The Grand Old Owl

The grand and mighty old owl
King of the birds all
After day hiding in mighty oaks tall
When shades of eve begin to fall
Thru skies swinging
He begins wandering
First climbing
Then swooping
Finally liting
His repertoire then repeating
His plumage blending
With night skies darkening
 Softly his cry begins
Then increases in tempo
The night air filling
His mighty song now a cresando
If only you could go
Where I have been
And see the sights I have seen
Here I AM
Mighty King of the night skies
I am to all exclaiming

©  Milancie Adams 2011
Hammock Corridors (™)

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