“The bat, that flits at close of Eve,
Has left the brain, that won’t believe;
The owl, that calls upon the Night,
Speaks, the Unbeliever’s fright.”
William Blake
A restless night
My mind is awake
Something is wrong
And sleep won’t take
My dogs are also restless
Some of my cats are too
Something must be amiss
Maybe we have the blues
Suddenly, we all hear it
Tapping, on our window
Canines, felines, and man
All to the window, now go
The night is dark and deep
None of us can see a thing
But something, is out there
We hear fluttering of wings
And soon, we hear him calling
A wise old owl, at my window
He stares so deeply into my soul
Then off on wing, he silently goes
His image, remains in my mind
Since he peered, directly at me
This bird is called a Ghost Owl
A creature that’s quite legendary
This wondrous old night caller
Doesn’t fill any of us, with fright
But we do wonder, what he wanted
Calling on us, in the deep of the night
Did he have some urgent tidings
That he felt he needed to convey
Or, was he just resting for a moment
Before heading off on his winged way
Something that I’ll be contemplating today;
Nature moves me, in so many different ways.
©2009, Mr. Ed
Blessings and Love - Micke
hugs
Fee
Be always safe,
Karen
Blessings,
Joyce B.
This wondrous old night caller
Doesn’t fill any of us, with fright
But we do wonder, what he wanted
Calling on us, in the deep of the night.
Keep writing,
God Bless
Lew
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
they come for insects near the windows they do, unless of course it was the Devil that rascal ........... Bless you, stay safe!
Jasmin Horst
Cynthia
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
How do you know but every bird
that wings the airy way,
Is an enormous world of delight,
Closed to your senses five?
So him to you I sent,
When he poops on your car,
Like your birds did to mine,
Consider it a message from me, & don't about it, whine...Ed
Others pointed to the crow, the vultures or the bats.
Buy I remember before throwing the child with the bath water that there are more thing between sky and earth than we are willing to believe.
Georg