11 – 4

silhouette against
pale grey sky, owl swoops, wings spread,
vanishes, fierce cry
© Freya Pickard 2013

9 Responses to 11 – 4

  1. jrosenberry1 says:

    This is a wonderful poem; truly captures the essence of the owl. 🙂

  2. julespaige says:

    I had thought I was seeing hawk around here, but we also have vultures. I know we have owls…but I only ever saw one.

    All critter have to eat 🙂

    I’ve been a tad distracted – I appreciate your visits!!

  3. Libby says:

    I love owls and I can see this one here.

    • purehaiku says:

      I think it’s a barn owl – we have 2 in the copse behind us – but when it’s a silhouette that appears for a moment and is then gone, it’s hard to tell what kind it is!

      • Libby says:

        Pale grey, ghostly silhoutte – has to be a barn owl. We see them here often too, along with buzzards, kestrel and other hawkes. Where my daughter lives they see Kites.

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