The Barred Owl
The night
light bathes the branch,
silhouetting the owl
that emerged with wings quiet as
snowflakes
After
the naturalist mimicked a call...
the spotlighted raptor
let the crowd know
he heard
The Trees' Voices
Strolling
the preserve trail
veiled by the season's cloak
of lace, trees chatter in volume
with crows
Night Owl
Full moon—
my dream's halted
by a golden-eyed ghost
whose voice is mocked in a nearby
treetop
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Amaze Vol.
3, No. 2 Fall 2004 & Winter 2005
Go to the
Poets & Authors page for the poet's
biographical sketch and email link.
These poems are Copyright © 2005 by Stacy Smith.
