World Bird Sanctuary is proud to present another poem by guest author Marge Biermann posing the question "How did the owl get his hoot?"
Wild Barred Owl (photo: Cathy Spahn)
OWL
I didn’t hear my friend,
Owl, last night,
Guess he found another
tree in which to light.
So many to choose from
during his nocturnal cruise,
While other birds are
snuggled in their nests having a snooze.
He “Hoots” to the moon and
every small star.
His penetrating call is
heard near and far….
A solitary voice in the
silent night so dark,
I often wonder where he
perched on Noah’s Ark.
On the railing, perhaps,
overlooking waters deep,
While all the others
settled in to find some sleep?
Did he gain his wisdom
watching waves lap against the boat….
Is that when the “Hoot”
was formed in his throat?
Was it a haunting lullaby
Creator used to send his peace,
Assuring his creatures all
would pass, the rains would cease?
Maybe Owl is wiser than
most….so stoic and calm,
Because long, long ago his
voice served as a balm.
To bring serenity and
peace to Creator’s traveling ark,
Until it was time for all
to disembark.
For a “Job well done”
Creator gave Owl his “Hoot”,
Because with his body it
just seemed to suit.
And for his patience
displayed sitting on that Ark’s rail,
Creator gave him wisdom
from his head to his tail!
Submitted by World Bird Sanctuary Guest Author
Marge Biermann
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