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

[Norma M Sutton]

This is great. Love it.

[Wondering Mind]

our brothers and sisters in Mother nature are all fascinating , the owl is no less. The owl is smiles at this write

[Fabian G. Franklin]

A cool write about the owl and I LOVE the pic you have with it!