Tuesday, March 13, 2012

Night Owls...

Night owls
begin to stir as 
the sun goes down.

Night owls
stretch their wings and
look around
deciding.

Night owls
choose a target
lift off
and feel the energy
flow.

Night owls
enjoy the quiet
mysterious
darkness.

Night owls
return
settle
sleep.

Oh, my fellow
night owls,
why must I
wake so early?




4 comments:

  1. I love it. There are many times I am that night owl.

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  2. Being one who prefers to work at night, I very much enjoyed your poem. I am a very happy night owl. It's the mornings that get me just like in your poem!

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  3. I love the owl imagery used in this poem to describe the 'night owl' - stretch their wings, choose a target . . . Lovely poem.

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  4. I love the rhythm you created with the repeating line. I may end up a night owl tonight. :)

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