The sun was asleep this winter's evening
And a chill wind blew though each forest tree
While a lone wolf by chance now crossed my path
And a merry owl blinked his eyes at me
The trees darkened but the owl gave no hoot
Darknesses cloak took his time to swagger
He took off to find some prey to bother
He knew that without a light I'd stagger
Oh where was the bright moon this cloudy night?
I stumbled into tendils hanging low
There is slim chance I'll escape from the trees
What on earth is this itch below my knees?
Not sure this is the place where I came in
Yes it is, I see where my car is parked
It's underneath the old acacia tree
Think I should be home by half past three
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Such an atmospheric poem - I hope you got home safely!
ReplyDeleteDidn't know whether to laugh or be scared for this protagonist. As always, you make it entertaining to read.
ReplyDeleteThis is incredibly evocative, Robin!💝 I love the intricate details which suggest the mood and atmosphere of the poem especially; "Oh where was the bright moon this cloudy night? I stumbled into tendrils hanging low."💝
ReplyDeleteGetting home safely can itself be an episode of adventure for the day!
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I could feel the relief of finding the way, especially after the mysterious itch below the knee.
ReplyDeleteI always love a poem with a wolf and an owl in it!
ReplyDeleteThank you for the walk through the woods, Robin! Like Sherry, I love poems with wolves and owls.
ReplyDeleteWalking in the woods in darkness takes some courage, and in the end it's nice returning to home.
ReplyDeleteI love those short winter days, dark and cold early in the evening. Too bad you fellow was lost and starving for a bit. Owls aren't very dependable but this one is acting like a hawk, a buzzard one.
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I hope that itch below your knees isn't poison ivy! I enjoyed our walk in the woods!
ReplyDeleteLovely,nothing better than a walk in the buss and also finding your way out.
ReplyDeleteI have found myself in a forest as darkness began to fall … there is a kind of awe-and-fear to that experience and I think that you captured that contrast wonderfully, here.
ReplyDeleteOh thank goodness, the way out - although I did love the mysterious walk through the menacing woods!
ReplyDeleteI'm thinking about owls that don't give a hoot and darkness that swaggers. Glad you found your way.
ReplyDeleteI so love Colleen's interpretation of your poem. I had a whole wordy thing I was going to write, but she said it perfectly.
ReplyDeleteYou had quite the trip in the woods and lucky you got out alive!
ReplyDeleteGreat story, Robin. So, owls cannot always be depended on to give a hoot.
ReplyDeletelove the owl and wood poetic story...the darkness is always the incentive to go through the mystery
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