In Spring the Owls Hoot

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

In Spring the Owls Hoot

In spring the owls hoot back and forth,

   From one end of our 50 acre wood

To the other; singing solemn songs

   To one another in double couplets.

Two wise old birds looking for love,

   Casting feathered sonnets on the breeze

Whispering through the leaves and branches

   Searching for the hollow of another owlish ear.

In spring the owls, high in the branches looking down,
    Are at it all day when usually they are sleeping,
Startling jays and crows with their gruff songs of love,
   And scaring the crap out of the squirrels.

© 2018 by Tom King