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Born in Belfast, Northern Ireland, now living in Cheshire, England. I started to write poetry some years ago, as a hobby. I have enjoyed that new venture very much. My preferences are for long and micro-form poetry styles. A first book of poetry ~ Reason Without Rhyme, was published in December 2013. A second book ~ Fifty Seven Pebbles, was published in September 2015...I am presently compiling the content for my third book. Thank you for visiting my Blog... COPYRIGHT: The entire copyright and content of this Blog belongs to the author Eileen T O'Neill. Nothing should be copied, reproduced or hosted as per RSS feed by any other party. {This particularly applies to the USA company Feedspot.com}

Tuesday, 3 December 2013

Prowess and Prestige....



Hours of dusk and dawn lure the owl from its perch,
Hunger pangs satisfied by the stealth of opportunism.
Silent flights accurately guided by feather tip precision,
Far-sighted to seek out even the most concealed of prey.
Solemn in demeanour and impressive in its watchfulness,
Courted and feared by strands of folklore and mythology.
A mysterious aura surrounds this plume coated raptor bird,
Prowess and prestige rest within its camouflaged disposition.

©Copyright Eileen T O’Neill 03/12/2013
Poets United: Verse First ~ The Owl

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15 comments:

  1. MargaretTuesday, December 03, 2013

    Ah… yes. I far prefer to be a human in the woods at night than a mouse :)

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  2. MaryWednesday, December 04, 2013

    So very true about the mysterious aura surrounding the owl. I think you have captured this in your poem. And your mention of their 'stealth of opportunism' rings true as well. Always good to read your fine and thoughtful work, Eileen.

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  3. Brian MillerWednesday, December 04, 2013

    nice capture...owls are so cool...i see them rarely here but when i do i take notice as they intrigue me greatly....

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  4. alan1704Wednesday, December 04, 2013

    beautifully captured

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  5. kaykualaWednesday, December 04, 2013

    Not readily seen but heard. One hears so much of the owl and its prowess in the dark. It certainly has that aura of awe and fearlessness. It can tear preys apart to keep its reputation intact! Great write, Eileen

    Hank!

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  6. TALONWednesday, December 04, 2013

    Oh, how you captured perfectly the stealthy life of the owl, Eileen. Fascinating creatures. The odd time I've glimpsed one, I've felt privileged. :)

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  7. Audrey Howitt aka DivaloungerWednesday, December 04, 2013

    Loved this--I recently got to visit the Cascade Raptor Rehab center--and your piece bring that experience back for me--

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  8. Sherry Blue SkyThursday, December 05, 2013

    I love your depiction of the owl, one of my fave birds.

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  9. PealogicThursday, December 05, 2013

    This captures majesty and aloofness for me. Great write.

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  10. UnknownThursday, December 05, 2013

    You've captured the owl so well!
    Congratulations on your first collection of poetry being published this month!!

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  11. ManiparnaThursday, December 05, 2013

    "Far-sighted to seek out even the most concealed of prey"

    Wonderfully captured !

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  12. Sumana RoyThursday, December 05, 2013

    feather tip precision....so true about owl ......very nicely done....

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  13. AnonymousSaturday, December 07, 2013

    Beautifully written. Love the last line.

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  14. AnonymousSaturday, December 07, 2013

    Beautifully written. I love that last line.

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  15. MargieFriday, December 13, 2013

    I love owls.
    So nicely written, Eileen.

    Wishing you a blessed and wonderful Holiday season.
    See you next year.

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