Tawny Owl in wooded back yard

Great Sage is wise as an Owl ...

My morning  view was an Owl perched for my pleasure... 

He had stopped to smile with eyes as large as chestnuts... 

He stood like a Statue in a Park of Crepe Myrtle trees 

as a hurricane breeze swept through the leaves... 

He seemed to be lost on a horizon of dreams as 

he screamed in a manner of a tug boat at sea... 

a fog horn sound that lingers through the mist 

the wisdom of the ages embedded at ease... 

Reviews

[emmajoy]

' He had stopped to smile with eyes as large as chestnuts..' Laughed because i see that!

You have such a way and insight about the/your natural world, Pat. I can sometimes see you sitting at the window, on the porch or patio or somewhere, slightly hidden.. watching intently, listening as if you had to learn the air's music... you don't miss a thing. Your poem is smilingly wonderful.. so pleased I called as intended before.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Em.. I hide behind my kitchen curtains and look at the Railing on the old but sturdy deck outside the window. I keep the railing around the long side of the deck covered with bird seed including oiled Sunflower seeds. The Mourning Doves come in pairs and devour the seeds. Male and female Cardinals come in pairs and now they bring the young cardinals to teach them how to find food and be alert to predators. So because of their instincts I have to peek around to get a good view, but try to not scare them away. Some times, different breeds will show up... which delights me to no end. If I am in the back yard I often hear their Song. God has planted us where we can grow. Amen... as ever, Pat

[Robert Trakofler]

Every year I do a fundraiser for a local wildlife rehabilitation center It is a massive amount of work but I look forward to it! They rehab everything from foxes to flying squirrels and I get to see them up close:) One of my favorites is a great horned owl named Martha she is amazingly smart but could not be re released because she lost an eye:( but she will adopt, teach and feed any other owl baby they get she has done this for many owlets over the years:) Your depiction of this owl is great they are the silent observers of nature you could be standing 10 feet away from one and never even notice they are so stealthy but when one is looking at you... you know that they are!

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Robert... my wish when. I pass to the great beyond will be that a great horned owl will "hoot"
my Eulogy with a bit of satire. I wish Martha could do that for me. Seriously, your fundraiser is quite a Project and I admire your generosity. I have two paintings in oil of Red Foxes... one of two Foxes...
in love... and the other of a 'loner' captured in
gorgeous Autumn Copper fur that seizes the moment.
So sorry Martha has lost an Eye... but charming that she will adopt and feed many Owlets over the years.
Wisdom with feathered graces. truly, Pat

[Coyote Poetry]

A wonderful poem shared dear Pat. I love the sounds of nature. A wise person pay attention to the Owl. They foretold the big storms. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Neville]

How I just love owls.. just about everything about them in fact.. steeped in folk law and mystery... how you do justice to their oft not so quiet presence...... N

[Lydia Shutter]

You are like the wise owl, Pat. I could picture him outside your window. You are truly at one with nature. A lovely nature write. Lydi**

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Lydi... we seldom see Owls... however, about a week ago, there was one sitting on the railing of our Deckoutside the Kitchen Window. I tried to identify it from my Birds and Blooms magazines that I collect and have a subscription. It inspired me to no end.
The Owl was stand-in upright with his feet planted on the Railing of the deck. We looked straight at each other. He did not move. I softly went to Roger and asked him to see the Owl... but Alas he flew away...
have not seen him since. Thanks for your paw print. Pat

[John Alexander McFadyen]

You describe this sight in such lovely sensitive detail Pat. It is such a pleasure not to be underestimated to see an owl in the wild. Of course I also appreciate other birds and animals as we feed them too and we get a wide variety in our garden. I am fortunate as sitting here typing I have the garden laid out before me.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear John... it is rare to see an Owl as we are in the countryside just outside the City with lots of fields close by and woods... even tall fir trees in our back yard and Holly trees... a community built in 1987 and still thriving with a horse farm close by. I throw organic Carrots our front under Maple trees for the Rabbits. No garden for us in our silver years, however, we have Blueberries and Grape vines and smaller Cherry trees planted two years ago. as ever, Pat

[Einstein Noodle]

well done! i love the owls .. almost as much as eagles and hawks .. the owl .. night stalker..silent wings.. aerialist par excellence ..especially savor how you work those eyes ... beautiful ... L3 "Satute" (sp) ;) what a special moment he gave you, Pat .. i would never think of an owl "lost on a horizon of dreams" ... they always seem so intent and present when i have seen them .. but i will now .. look for the dreaming in owls .. and i am impresssed by his hoot like a tug boat's horn ... brings his power to play says i .. the forest is his ... well done .. you share a moment in nature ... your speaker connected .. and so I am in reading .. love this .. love love love this!
E.
ps. or this is a lover ... the whole poem a personification of sorts ;) is it a lover Patricia?? ;) ;)

[Patricia Wedel]

dear E... you new a great pretender... remember the song? I can now see the Lover personified. Wow...
another poem altogether... Thank you for being an lover of the Arts in a vision of powerful Wings on horizons of dreams. truly, Pat

[Einstein Noodle]

yes!! wonderful song .. the Platters and Freddy Mercury perhaps made it even bigger .. love your poem .. its a keeper says i!

[Patricia Wedel]

The Great Pretender... "Adrift in a World of my own..." truly, Pat

[Einstein Noodle]

oo OO oo OO oo :)

[Crowley]

Ughhhh...this was amazing! That first line hooked me, “perched for my pleasure” so good.owls have a mysticism about them that makes for great writing. Dark and hopeful at the same time with all knowing eyes. Yeah The is hits, lovely.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Crowley... after reading a few more of your writings, I realize that your repertoire is very Shakespearian... so I am amazed that you felt the mysticism ... dark and hopeful. With all the misery in our world today... it is lovely to see the embellishment of nature where life is more sustained and plausible in refrain... the early morning rain. I am honored y your visit. truly, Pat

[Sami Khalil]

I think creatures have a purpose like us in life and in the food chain. So much to learn and immerse ourselves in the wonder of creation. Your appreciation of God's creatures is an appreciation of Him and our decked nature. Your writes are a snapshot in time but lively at all times.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Sami... it is phenomenal that Owls have so much perception... a knowingness that protects our home and property.... a Screech Owl could scare a Dragon away. Yes, God has given us Treasures unmeasured.
I have not seen one Dragon on our Property. Thank you for your generous review. May your entrance to Autumn be colors of wisdom in shades of magenta and gold as you behold the miracles of nature. truly, Pat

[Sami Khalil]

You too. You are welcome. See you soon.

[Lorry]

This should be spoken word Par. That way it can accompany my morning scene gazing from the kitchen window, as I sip coffee and take in the ever lightening vista, watching furry and feathered friends start the early shift again.
The only problem with that scenario would be the interruption of the mission impossible theme tune when a squirrel makes an appearance 😀
Lovely pictures painted in our minds, all we have to do is add or change the local wildlife. Luckily, I am used to the owls soundtrack here. They even sound Scottish... Twit =to what and twoo= to who, in our mangled tongue 😀

[Lorry]

Sorry Par, I meant Pat 😀

[Patricia Wedel]

Hi Lorry... I was thinking "Par for the Course" as in Golf, but used lightly in conversation when discussing all kinds situations. I love the Mission Impossible Theme when the Squirrel arrives. We have squirrel who love to break open sunflower seeds which is usually reserved for the Cardinals. Great Scottish soundtrack. You did a good job at typing the sound.
Enjoy the antics of Nature. as ever, Pat

[Cherrie Palmer]

Beautiful, just like everything you do.
I was owls, sometimes the one we have in the area is so close we can hear the growl he has at the end of his call.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Cherrie... thanks for your gracious review. I listened to a few Videos on U-Tube and the like... of
the Screechof the Owls. It is amazing... even scared my husband, since I gave him no warning. People often say... "You are a "Hoot" and so forth. Birds have a life span .. just as we do. We carry tear gas or whistles and the like to protect ourself. But I think Owls may just like to "Hoot" and scream... or dream
as we do... it is perchance to dream that we may understand our environment and all it entails. as ever, Pat