A roar in the dark
Pattern in the black sky
White and gold
Hiss and shriek
Across the fields
Beyond the dark river
All those sounds
Held by colour
Create the tragic circle.
Owl thought he lived
Unfettered by time
Free and alive
To spin and cavort
Intended to answer
Only to God and fate.
The sky that he flew in
Found before life
Thousands of years
Chosen for freedom
Guide to gracious power.
He with distant kin
With nothing to claim
Skid silent in the air
This way and that
In the great wheel of life.
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Written for Poetry Jam
Life From A Park Bench 
Alan, your words truly reflect the magic of the owl. I like how you see it as a timeless animal whose life contains a tragic dimension.
smiles…i was going to say similar as gabriella….the magic…and the freedom of flight as well…i always wanted to fly like a bird…what they do have to claim is the identity given…
Alan, you have really captured the essence of the owl in this poem. I really like the words ‘intended to answer only to God and fate.’
nice to see how the wise old bird is set ‘In the great wheel of life’…
The barn owl is particularly beautiful and part of the sublime artist’s great wheel of life.
love how the owl is set in the great wheel of life. beautiful write.
A lovely flow to this poem!
You have captured the mystery of owls, Alan… lovely.
Well crafted alan! You’ve tendered the barn owl as a beautiful creature with your words!
Hank
In the great wheel of life. I love that line
I could see him soaring as I read………you have captured the owl exactly, and so beautifully. Loved this.
I like the magic of the owl you have captured in this–I could see/hear/feel the flight. Neat prompt.
Primordial and timeless. Lovely writing.
The “hiss and shriek” added a splendid air of the dramatic, i also found myself drifting in thought to eagles
Much love…
They glide that silently, don’t they?
Your poem shows the surprising gliding character.
Alan, your poem is beautiful.
I liked the word “skid” in there – “skid silent in the air”.
Alan, a great prompt and a poem that sends the reader flying and gliding.Beautifully penned 🙂
Beautiful poem, Alan. I liked the way you brought in the great and the small with your words.