Who Gives A Hoot?

I rejoice that there are owls. - Thoreau

early this morn

in the middle of an aplomb, autumnal slumber

1 am

steeped in weighty silence

you came near in pitch darkness

wearing white socks

unexpected and unorthodox

in cahoots

you came speaking hoots

interrupting a faux dream that steals and loots

bearing faithful scrolls and green shoots

toting wisdom

patience

compassion

knowledge

serenity

pacific contemplation

wings and hiking boots

erasing fear

eternity drawn near

a comfortable change of shoe

who gives a hoot?

thank heaven, you do

Author's Note

“I rejoice that there are owls. Let them do the idiotic and maniacal hooting for men. It is a sound admirably suited to swamps and twilight woods which no day illustrates, suggesting a vast and undeveloped nature which men have not recognized. They represent the stark twilight and unsatisfied thoughts which all have. All day the sun has shown on the surface of some savage swamp, where the double spruce stands hung with usnea lichens, and small hawks circulate above, and the chickadee lisps amid the evergreens, and the partridge and rabbit skulk beneath; and now a more dismal and fitting day dawns, and a different race of creatures awakes to express the meaning of Nature there.” - Thoreau

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

I give a hoot for good poetry like this. Very expressive and natural. You rhyme them very well. I like owls a lot. Beware of those eyes though.

[Pete]

mysterious and majestic aren't they?

[Sami Khalil]

They sure are. You are both welcome sir Pete.