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| This pic is by John Haines
night
summons me to her darkness
when the
rest of the birds end their songs,
Days are
not mine, nights are
An usurp
solitude
camouflaged
against the earthy shadows;
-- reawakens repeatedly every night
A daily
struggle for a morsel of living;
Ah, a
pygmy owl on its haunches is..
-Trapped for eternity...
The breeze
imitates my hoots
tall green
trees curl up in chilling night
The flitting fireflies, the cry of the jackals
add more to the afterdark melee...
I jump and
dive, swooping only
to target
creatures made for my delight
To grab
and destroy...
Within
boundaries of human existence
They call
it...Life. |
Thursday, December 05, 2013
The Owl
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I especially like the voice of the owl and how she feels the breeze imitates her hoots. You give a complete picture.
ReplyDeletePanchali,what a beautiful poem on one of the most detested creatures! The words sound lyrical.I loved the line ' Days are not mine, nights are
ReplyDeleteAn usurp solitude.'
I especially love the scene imagined in the second verse..........I so love owls! There is a quote by Nikki Scully: Owls are doorways into the unknown.
ReplyDeletesmiles...it is life...i like how you capture it in its myriad of detail, particularly in that second stanza...
ReplyDeleteLovely poem. Reminded me of Ted Hughes.
ReplyDeleteLife goes on....
ReplyDeletewonderful World of owl
ReplyDeletelovely...I loved the last lines...amazing poetry dude!! I am sharing this on my FB walla
ReplyDeletewonderfully captured
ReplyDeleteNice one Panchali..a perfect imagery of life :-)
ReplyDeleteOh Panchalidi you've made darkness so attractive with sound and vision...even the killing is so gracefully done...
ReplyDeletefrom the owls mouth. Life! could be so divergent from the other eye!
ReplyDeleteLove the owl's voice! unique.
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