little owl VII

below the emerging blue line
of this day,
footsteps soft across the warrens,
the mossy cushioned below,
hidden in the quiet warmth.

dog and i, two by two
stride forward, through
thicket, briar and hawthorn,

behind me the old town
sits huddled in its valley worn,
emerging into sight.

little owl still,
thoughfully i am eyed,
in my alien ways,
until flight.

we are in this together,
even though apart,
and where the cattle have trodden
the mudded path,
hinders but does not
stop me.

he summons up the wind,
in the feathers of his wing,
distance is different
for me

i pass the stile,
dog and i,
continuing.



Comments

  • © Karin  Taylor
    © Karin Taylorabout 2 years ago

    he summons up the wind
    in the feathers of his wing

    such a beautiful line in this delightful piece lk :) cf’s kt

  • sorry for the slow reply kt..and mucho thanks as always, im glad you liked it :)) ck’s..

    – uncleblack

  • Rocky Loder
    Rocky Loderabout 2 years ago

    beautiful poetry ub…Frost would proud …

  • cheers rocky, thats really kind! thank you

    – uncleblack

  • jainiemac
    jainiemacabout 2 years ago

    beautiful !!!!

  • much appreciated jainie! thanks for the feature :))

    – uncleblack

  • woodie123
    woodie123about 2 years ago

    Nicely written, I can imagine myself there, just dog, owl and i.

  • glad you liked it woodie..many many thanks..

    – uncleblack

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