My Paintings

The Gray Owl


The big old gray owl, how wise he can be,       
Hiding from hunters that will never see.                                                                       
Sitting in plain sight on a branch of a tree,                                                                 
Blending with the bark will keep him free.

When night slips in and the darkness takes hold,                                                      
You can be sure that slick owl will get very bold.                                                       
 The depth of his sound reaches beneath every root,                                                   
Filling chilled air with that mysterious familiar hoot.

Other then his big round eyes of a bright yellow,
The quick turning of his head, what a smart fellow.
Many claims are made that the owl is very wise,
There can be no doubt for look at that disguise.                                                                            

Author Eileen Clark 2022

Beautiful Photo taken by  @edseljamesbatuigas ⁠

                                                                      

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