Snowy Owl
Snowy owl
It's a frozen waste land
Nothing around for miles
Only the darkness surrounds
us as we stand there in silence.
Feeling the cold breeze that softly
blows over our faces and bare hands.
We came in search of the snowy owl
It has it's home in the old barn.
It's an eerie spooky atmosphere
with a black moonless sky.
Tommy screams, as he runs away.
Yelling I'll come back during the day.
I continued walking towards the big tree.
Wondering if the owl would be there.
I switched on my flashlight.
The snow glistens in the beam of the white light
I saw red berries centered in the green leaves.
I moved forward,with my light upon the branches
There I saw the owl watching me.
Bonnie Hollywood-Cutts
11/7/2014
It's a frozen waste land
Nothing around for miles
Only the darkness surrounds
us as we stand there in silence.
Feeling the cold breeze that softly
blows over our faces and bare hands.
We came in search of the snowy owl
It has it's home in the old barn.
It's an eerie spooky atmosphere
with a black moonless sky.
Tommy screams, as he runs away.
Yelling I'll come back during the day.
I continued walking towards the big tree.
Wondering if the owl would be there.
I switched on my flashlight.
The snow glistens in the beam of the white light
I saw red berries centered in the green leaves.
I moved forward,with my light upon the branches
There I saw the owl watching me.
Bonnie Hollywood-Cutts
11/7/2014
© Bonnie J Hollywood-Cutts,
The owl
The owl
The big old snowy owl
hoots an eerie sound.
Shattering the silence.
Sending small animals scurrying away.
Some in the bushes,
others climbed the trees.
and still others go under ground
I giggle softly knowing,
that the owl isn't on the prowl
Bonnie Hollywood-Cutts
The big old snowy owl
hoots an eerie sound.
Shattering the silence.
Sending small animals scurrying away.
Some in the bushes,
others climbed the trees.
and still others go under ground
I giggle softly knowing,
that the owl isn't on the prowl
Bonnie Hollywood-Cutts
© Bonnie J Hollywood-Cutts, 10 months ago
wrote 3 poems today for the contest for new comers. I shared entered one of them . This is one of the other 2
Winter
Winter
Winter is finally here.
The pond is frozen.
The atmosphere is filled
with holiday music and cheer.
Upon the hill is the big tree
decorated with bright bows and balls.
In the colors red, white and green.
The branches draped with strings of berries
Our excitement and smiles grow,
as the snow softly falls upon our faces.
While we lace up our ice skates.
We get up singing joyfully as we go.
Bonnie Hollywood-Cutts
11/7/2014
Winter is finally here.
The pond is frozen.
The atmosphere is filled
with holiday music and cheer.
Upon the hill is the big tree
decorated with bright bows and balls.
In the colors red, white and green.
The branches draped with strings of berries
Our excitement and smiles grow,
as the snow softly falls upon our faces.
While we lace up our ice skates.
We get up singing joyfully as we go.
Bonnie Hollywood-Cutts
11/7/2014
© Bonnie J Hollywood-Cutts, 10 months ago
this is the third poem from today that I wrote from the words list of the new member's contest
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