This guy hoots all night. For over a week we thought our neighbors were newly into the habit of snoring loudly at night!! My husband spotted the culprit one famous night, took a pic and showed me. I loved the shot and asked him to pen his thoughts just as he used to in the past. So it’s his sample poem after a long while! My poem is a follow-up to his.
Oblivious he was pondering
To my shoot in stealth
Did I approach to disturb
His nocturnal spell Sharp
Are his ears as his scan Turned
To my camera and to a stranger
On his terrace or so he thinks
In confusion decided not to
Confront a larger species Retired
To his den amidst hoots
Or two Did he care when
He again found me chasing
to get a glimpse from
A different angle to the twice
In a span of minutes Brush
With a stranger that’s me….
The Owls Night
~RRK
Territories marked cameras positioned
Mainly to prevent strangers of their ilk.
Their species, though plenty,
Not as much a stranger as the owl that peeped
From his new residence that night,
As if to ask—what the hell?
His abode, of course, usurped off the pigeons!
Know not when the incident
But surprised the human no end.
Was he pleasantly shocked?
Held the phone in excitement, and went
Click Click Click!
And then
Posted on Social Media,
Thrilled over ‘likes’ that followed!
-Sumitra Kumar
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