Thursday, February 19, 2015

Ode to Our Owl

Our silent western screech owl has his needs
We thought to get him just the right sized box
He stayed for days, almost four, then a fox
Must have scared him on sev'ral night time feeds.
Whist I also provided birds with seeds,
Close watch with power ten bran new bi-nocks
Trying to feed the wrens tasty floc blocs
But not seeing our owl amongst the weeds.

Could he have flown because it was not time
To build his nest, it was the right season
For him to find more varmints, he succumbed
And went forth to another, dif'frent clime?
For whatever, it was his just reason
I only end by saying I am bummed.

(Italian sonnet)
Nancy McCarroll

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