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Night Owl


03.19.20 Posted in today's words by

Ruth Gooley’s most recent poem to appear here was “Duel to the Death” (February 2020).

Night Owl
By Ruth Gooley

A silhouette
against the paling of the
sky, still
as a print,
profile left,
until it
stretches, wings
as wide as a
drift of souls, it seems,
then aloft,
quiet as
the mouse it seeks,
the creature swooping
into the penumbra
below the oak,
vanishing in the
mess of twigs
and silent branches,
though later
her call sounds,
her mate’s response,
the slow sprint
of the night
winding down.



2 Responses to “Night Owl”

  1. Owls are fascinating. You really brought them to life in this poem.

  2. Ken Clason says:

    You have been out rambling through the woods while most people are fumbling for the snooze button, haven’t you?
    I enjoy your perspective and the lovely details you choose to notice.

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