This is Slice 22 of 31 at Two Writing Teachers AND, it's Poetry Friday hosted at Greg's place, Gotta Book. Stop in for a visits at both places!I was standing at the kitchen sink tonight, when suddenly the setting sun behind me shot a bright orange ray past me to light up the three Red Rose Tea owls on my kitchen windowsill. I quickly snapped a picture before the sun moved on. I guess it means, just put up the owl poems.
A Rhetorical Question?
A quizzical fowl
is the Northern Barred Owl,
But his question is always the same:
“Whoo-whoo are you? Whoo-whoo are you?”
Rhetoric at best,
That question’s a test;
His meal need not tell him it’s name -
“Whoo-whoo, adieu! Whoo-whoo, adieu!”
Then I found this poem in my "stack of papers" in a file on my computer, that I wrote a couple of years ago. It seems that I'm finding I have a connection with these birds that I wasn't quite aware of.
An owl says “Who?”
But I don’t know just why
As he swoops so silently
Down from the sky.
He knows who it is
That he spies on the ground.
Is he trying to scare
A poor mouse with that sound?
And lastly, I just remembered something I made with a second grade class a few years back when I taught technology...I just put it up on YouTube...and here it is...short, sweet, owl and mouse..."paper-mation" video...not a poem.