An Owl's Maternal Call

A nature poem.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

An Owl’s Maternal Call

As the white fog

Lifts this heavy morning,

Above the arctic soaking terrain

Orbs of wonder dot the bottom

As the results of the life that thrives

Down below where it is cold.

 

I just am in awe of

Nature’s beautiful

Tapestry that lives

Below the ice.

 

Only do I wish

She wouldn’t make

My rickety old bones creek.

 

 

In the distance

A hawk’s screech

Is heard,

Her child as well hears

Her maternal call.

 

No restaurant

On nature’s block,

We all have to

Hunt for our food.

Whoa! To the weak

And meek on surviving

In the wilderness.

 

 

I draw dry breaths

Of frigid air as

Mother Nature’s hand

Takes mine and leads me

Through the pathway

Of survival.

 

Reviews

[~Blue Fantasy~]

What a beautiful write. I love owls!

[PyroKitty24]

Very pretty. What you write is so true. This poem made me think about the wonders of nature, and exactly how lucky all of us are to be alive. Very nice poem

[deeps]

This is such a lovely write. I really enjoyed this.

[The Analog Kid]

Birds of prey are so cool. Their senses and hunting skills make them an integral part of the food chain. They are so majestic. Nice write:)

[Black Cat Fever]

I really love owls, love the sound they make and this is fantastic.

[AreWeBothCrazy]

I F*****G LOVE OWLS! THIS WAS AWESOME JUST BECAUSE IT INVOLVED OWLS!

[M Garcia]

Nice. The imagery is wonderful. The words beautiful.

[Michael of Gilead]

whoo? whoo?

[tynamite]

This is one of those poems where it makes sense to use short sentences, unlike other ones.

[Tina Kline]

A nicely done poem on survival and life for all living creatures. Great imagery in this piece too!