Intense Warrior
A companion of the stars and the moon
The great-horned owl flies within the forest
All his feathers are speechless in the night
Persisting as the warrior he is
When he stares at you with his yellow eyes
There's a phantom strangeness surrounding him
And when you look back into this owl's face
You know he is looking into your soul
No one can predict the owl's train of thought
Through the years of hunting in the shadows
This intense warrior restrains his voice
He knows not to speak often in the night
Living among the tress, the great-horned owl
Braves the night and befriends the stars and moon
A fierce hunter flying in a fierce world
How thunderous the silence of his wings
Philip
An Artist with your words to paint this fine image. Well Done
An Artist with your words to paint this fine image. Well Done
This is written with such understand of this feathered creature...Nature's creatures are our teachers..I always say. You can learn so much from observing them. I love this poem, you are very talented! Peace, love, and light, Amber "V"