Eyes of black

you will never find an owl

that is ever wearing glasses

Piercing eyes  an orange

and a black

owls are wondrous raptors

philosophers to boot

You will  never hear them say a lot

perhaps, a hoot

fierce  beyond imagination

nocturnal in their space

no eye tests for the  family owl

just a  feathery face.

a sentinel under  the moon

draped in a feathery gown

judicious to the very end

empirical and sound.

 

 

 

 

About Rex Tyler

I love animals. I enjoy writing poetry and delivering speeches.I like to mentor people who need help in preparing speeches and evaluations.I enjoy travel although it is much harder for me these days.I so enjoyed the Andes Mountains and Volcanoes and the Quichua people who live and thrive there.I have lots of friends around the world.
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