Whilst wishing not to bore or teach,
The Owl we’ve dubbed as “Barn” or “Screech”,
During times nocturnal or crepuscular,
Soars high above, wings spread and muscular;
And as a clever airborne hunter,
His odds are good for any punter.
At home in oak trees high and green,
The Screech Owl views the landscape scene.
His heart-shaped face and hidden ears,
Must cause small wildlife endless fears;
We learn he loves both mice and moles,
As favoured quests on his patrols.
In farm or wetland, bog or marsh,
Or places that can be quite harsh,
The Screech Owl lives and procreates,
With rare mystique that time predates.
And as he stalks frogs, rats and rabbits,
He uses stealthy owlish habits.
In pursuit of prey, his high repute
Owes much to hearing quite acute.
And ground-life that he hunts to death,
Ignores his snore, hiss, yap or breath;
Yet strangely, when it comes to “hoot”,
With that sound, he’s forever mute.
Prompted by Royal Worcester’s Screech Owl
Issued within its Limited Edition of “Birds of Prey”, 1985.
© Patrick Thomas 2011
“The Australian firm Wirripang Pty. Ltd., has published two of my
anthologies on musical subjects (which derive from my
former profession as an orchestral conductor) and
has released my autobiography -
now available on Wirripang’s website.”
- Patrick Thomas
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