Wearily trudging through the fallen snow,
I spotted a tree stump and slowly sat down.
Putting my hands upon my knees, I finally
breathed a sigh of relief.
Not used to being in the woods of the north
my mind wandered as I knew I was lost.
It was night time, so I decided to stop if only
for a while. I pulled my coat tightly to my
chest; glad to have this chance to rest.
Then I heard the strangest sound. Someone was
talking to me! I leapt with joy and looked up high,
The noise was only a bird sitting in a tree.
The bird was an owl with huge yellow eyes, blinking
and staring at me. He kept looking my way and
then he began to screech. He began his monologue
but the only word he said was “Who” He repeated
it over and over again, I got tired of hearing him and
just walked away.
I looked up at the tree where he was sitting, then realized
What a wondrous thing I’d found. For this was not just
Any bird, it was the rare spotted owl!
He flew over to where I was sitting and asked emphatically,
“Who” once again. Looking up at the owl, I understood what he meant. He was asking me for help in the only way he knew how.
Who was going to save him from all the loggers destroying his home?
Who was going to find a place for him to live?
Whose fault was this, he was a gentle bird,
Who is it that just doesn’t care?
I looked up in the tree, he said “who” one more time. Then he flew
far away. After he left I thought to myself, he kept asking me who,
but wasn't the real question:
Why?
Mary Lacey
2008
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Blessings,
Joyce B.
This was really interesting! I love the way you've told this tale!
Sandie Angel :o)
A fortunate encounter with one of God's creatures. I like the final touch of this poem, "Why?" It had a great impact on me as reader and
causes me to look inwards for the answers.
Cynthia
Harold M Nash
Christine
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
Newfie Hugs, Rose