120114 The Owl and Orchestral Rain

17 Jan

Owl hunkers down
in the hollow of her dry bone
eucalypt limb,
high in sunshine.
Rain’s in the air,
and from the canopy, she hears
cat birds seeking for each other,
“where are you-oo, where are you-oo?”.

The whip birds spread
rumours of rain with their coo-ee
Deep in the folds
look to the sky;
find the air smells of rain. Down low,
tiny calls of bellbirds and wrens,
disappearing, finding shelter.
All gone.

Then suddenly,
rain in the tree tops makes music.
Everyone hears:
it streams; it strikes.
Temperature drops.
The owl is hunkered down up high,
above nature’s green orchestra.
The rainforest, the lullaby,
intensify the peace.


Posted by on 17 January, 2012 in #MoP12, POEMS


2 responses to “120114 The Owl and Orchestral Rain

  1. Thomas Davis

    20 January, 2012 at 9:27 am

    Great poem! Great images. Ethel

    • j dub

      20 January, 2012 at 10:33 am

      Thanks for your comments, Ethel


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