Tawny, yawny, scrawny owl
Hooty, scooty, screechy owl
Eeky, meeky, seeky owl
Yawny, yarny, barny owl.
Catherine Johnson, 2013.
Fancy writing a silly owl poem in the comments? :0) Prefer toucans?
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Hoot hoot, hoot hoot,
now you see me, now you don’t.
Head turns this away, then back the other way,
See me by night, but never by day.
Hoot hoot, hoot hoot
now you see me, now you don’t
lol…. umm sorry, just a little ditty, I couldn’t resist. Loved yours btw
That is fantastic, Diane! Hoot! Hoot!
Night time fowl
On the prowl,
Screech and scowl!
Silly owl,
lost your prey.
What a hoot! I see a potential pb here
Woo-hoo!
An owl
Will scowl
And say
Come out to play
Come out I say
Or I will yowl
I like your poem, Catherine.
Love this, Freeda! Great word play going on.
T’wit T’woo I love the box
on which they carved my face
so now I sit and preen and preen
the chosen of my race.
T’wit T’woo I’m quite a star
so keep me in the light
so all can come and all admire
while I fly out at night.
Bravo! That is super, Lord David! I particularly love preen and preen.
Thank you for your kindness Catherine.
I know I’m no poet but I thought I’d try for a change. I can go back to poetry hibernation now. xx
I don’t think I’m going to let you, David
I might even slot you in for a guest post :0)
In my lobby hundreds perch:
Facing front they’re all:
blinking, zooming, screeching, preening
Owls: gigantic, small.
Wear a mask; fly a puppet;
Owl my eyes; grasp a cane;
Sparkle glass; pierce a crystal;
Line them up: minor-main!
Sculptures staring, wood eyes glaring;
Wings poised to take flight;
Pull the string and glass wings beat
Fly to soar with raptor might.
Jeanne Poland
and my huge owl collection
Beautiful, Jeanne! You’re all so talented. I’d like to see a photo of your owls, Jeanne.
Mommy, look at what I found
Laying on the wooded ground.
An owl pellet, whole and sound.
Yuck- Put that gross thing down!
My youngest is obsessed with owl pellets after a nature presentation at the Audubon Society. Essentially these are oblong lumps urped up by the owl containing the bones, feathers and fur of its prey. Lots of fun for kids to ‘dissect’ and gross out their siblings and parents.
Cool poem, Cathy! And fascinating to know about the pellets :0)
I’ve been pushing my poetic wisdom to hoot out an owl poem all day! Nothing
But I sure loved reading yours and the others!
Well that comment sounds punny and poetic so there you go :0)
I was going to take a stab at a poem but after reading yours and Cathy’s there’s no way I can compete!
Mine was rubbish, do have a go, Susanna!