A Room in the Pines

Only once have I ever seen a white owl
And only once did it look down at me
With something that was clearly not fear
And more like the disdain with which one
Dismisses another who is beneath him,

One to whom there is nothing to be said
Beyond simply rising up and taking leave
In an unfolding of wings something like
A maid lifting a little the crisp white sheet
Over the bed, plumping the feathered pillow.




Poetry by countryfog
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Written on 2011-01-22 at 17:23

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I too have met this owl, perhaps the very same one;
& hope it wasn't when I was peering into a looking glass!
"Disdain"... such a despicable word, indeed. The last stanza brought me images of butlers and chambermaids. Pleasant poem to read.
2011-01-24


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There are owls around here. I've seen them a couple of times at night, and they've given me the creeps. Once, one behaved as did yours. It watched me from a telephone pole, and then flew away. The other time, one flew just overhead. It made no sound at all. It was like a ghost.
2011-01-23