Look at the trees.
Oh my!
The leaves are moving.
What's inside the tree?
It's an owl!
It’s so exotically beautiful.
I wonder if it'll play with me.
Hello owl.
How are you feeling?
Did you know that people admire you?
They admire your wings.
When you fly you make no sound.
People love that!
The airlines wish they could design planes to mimic you.
So fly with pride Mr. Owl.
A contest entry
- Encouragement by trekkergirl.
1750 points, ended November 21, 15 entries
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This is so good and one piece which made me think back to the day an owl landed quite near me when I was stargazing with my scope. he just turned and looked at me and then took off without a sound in the world. I was so awed and your piece brought this all back to me. Loved it and I wish you the very best in the contest.
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I'm quite an owl lover myself. Ow's are beautiful creatures. You described it very well! in the poem it speaks of 'It’s so exotically beautiful.' I like that line, its fresh and inspiring!
Great stuff.
Lana
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AH! The Owl
a bird built for poetry and admiration. Good write poet.
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I love owls!! Nice poem.
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Good encouragement
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