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Dr. Upma A. Sharma
allegory, funny, simile,
Wake up all the night,
Asleep whole day bright,
Am I a night owl ?
Ward of seriously sick,
Moving my neck at three-sixty is a trick,
Am I a night owl ?
Disease in fluffy plumage,
Prey to hooked talons' curettage,
I am a night owl !
Aboard in the black hours,
Be dark sky or glitter of stars,
I am a night owl .
Inheriting the mystery and magic of night,
Taking a noiseless flight,
Blessed are the night owls !
Written on 5/8/14
Contest - Night Owl
Sponsor- Kelly Deschler
humor, humorous, nature,
You're on my doorstep
You want a family pic?
Got any mice—rats?
Robert L. Hinshaw
Mused the owl roosting on a pine tree shoot,
"My colleagues think I'm not very astute,
But I wisely perch in pines,
Not on hot transmission lines!
If they singe their butts I don't give a hoot!"
Hoot E. Owl Esq.
A scholarly old owl in the tree sat high,
Calling out to all, is any wiser than I?
He’d read his book,
From his overlook,
Whoo whoo ha hoo, was his erie cry.
You can never fool this mangy old dude
A wise old owl you should never pooh pooh
Can recite the alphabet
Backwards no sweat
Standing in line at MacDonald's totally nude
© Jack Ellison 2016
He'd be the only one wide awake under his roof,
writing poems and posting them all on poetry soup,
munching loudly on a midnight snack,
wife about to give powerful smack,
leaving behind his crumbs and not giving an owls hoot.
Were Wise Old Owl
What if I were a wise old owl?
And on face you could find a scowl
Never would give a hoot
At who I had to boot
Then give them a crying towel.
animals, fantasy, funny, imagination, pets,
Little rock hooty owl
sits stoically poised
his roost, the computer tower
atop my desk.
Mr. C.W. Hoots is his name
though he never gives a hoot
least none that I can hear
but please, just call him "Hoots"
for this is what he prefers.
His eyebrows arch perpetually
in that usual scowl
that all good owls it seems
favor among their many faces.
Atop his perch he roosts
a starring contest between us
I will most assuredly lose
for those steely black eyes of his
get me every time.
Most oft times he seems so sad
perhaps a bit lonely too
I do believe that now is the time
to find this Mr. his Mrs.
for no one should be alone
and most assuredly not a pet rock.
I should not have looked from my good luck spot
to see dirty things that bring the eyes rot,
so while my eyes are burning
my head's completely turning...
can't stand humans in such a twisted knot!
The Owl saw the vole and thought there is my tea
The vole saw the owl and thought he better recognise me!
Now Owls they are a.wesome and Hedwigs the be.st, But a vole for your tea is sim.ply the be.st.
with a swish of his tale and a fast speedy dive.
The voles life flew before him, as he thought he would die
But as quick as a flash and a loud sounding bang Sirious black appears out the ground
Now Hedwig loves wizards but wishes they would stick to the shapes that don't taste so good.
humor, morning, nursery rhyme,
Sitting on a rooftop
About one hundred feet from me
Was a big old hooting owl
Eyeing a chipmunk in a tree
It was early in the morning
And the sun was on the rise
When his wings began to flutter
As the sun glared in his eyes
The chipmunk started chirping
As he ran away to play
And the owl kept on hooting
Because his breakfast ran away
animal, fun, funny, humor, poems, poetry,
Owl Protect This Wall
“Who? Who goes there?
Owl be the judge, beware
Of your presence I’m aware
Your entry Owl impair
My warning you’ve ignored
I’m an expert with a sword
Your defiance I’ve deplored
Now we fight over discord”
He attacks from his midflight
A ferocious Owl knight
Displaying his great might
He defends the castle site
The entry was denied
Owl puffs his chest with pride
Failed attack he tried
No mouse will get inside
Swooping feathers soft and bright
hiding faces in the night
Softly swooping the owl has risen
attacking small creatures with perfect precision
But hark!What's this? It's beady stare
is no belonging to... a bear?
How strange! What magic! Oh what fun...
But I think my bird watching club should run
A normal owl has no use
~ implicitly for a towel
angst, bird, humor,
Regally stationed on a branch
The wide eyed owl stared acute
His capable vision saw it all
But still he did not give a hoot!
10th grade, 11th grade, 12th grade, 7th grade, 8th grade, 9th grade, humorous,
There were lots of pretty girls
But only one with mahogany curls.
This one had shy amber eyes.
Which caught one big guy by surprise.
His name was Ox Owl Jim.
He called her on a whim.
Did not think he had a chance
But invited her to a dance.
Her name was Tori, and she was a doozy.
His mother called her a little floozy.
At the dance he saw plenty of vigor and vim.
She had way too much sophistication for him.
So he let her go home with another guy.
Once he realized she had caught the other man’s eye.
And he went home to his Mama, Ox Owl Ma.
Where he lives this day, with her and his pa.