Owl Optics

Ollie the Owl.

One evening under summer skies

I met an owl with Magog eyes;

he holds the ancient gift of sight...

I call him Ollie of the night.

As Ollie sits in sylvan tree

his big green eyes look right at me.

He gazes through a spider web

with laser stare that will not ebb.

He wears a cape that’s also green

beneath the lunar ocher sheen;

he scans the forest for cuisine

since he is nature’s eye machine.

(I cannot help but wonder, though,

 who tied the cape on Ollie so.

 His power sight, but not fine lines--

 perhaps he has a tie that binds.)

Those flowing wisps of clouds on high

offset his ebon center eye;

upon a cutesy fowl of late

are peepers that just dominate.

The vision that I’ll always know

through parted pines in midnight’s show,

within a frame of nature’s bent

sits Ollie eying with intent.

Reviews

[lois]

This is just lovely!

[PyroKitty24]

What a cute picture~ It just adds to the story.

I'm not a poem buff, but I thought it was absolutely cute. I took my time to read it and let your words sink in, forming a picture in my mind. I wonder why that owl had a cape, though, which added to the story overall. I love being able to wonder about the writing afterward. And Ollie is such a sweet name for an owl~