Sharing today with d’Verse poetics prompt on nature’s micro worlds…
young owlet
fell from tree
when trimmed
fluttering low
unable to fly
high as his
worried parent
yet doesn’t try
to fight my
son’s firm grip
of gloved hand
around his
warm body
heartbeats…
grey fuzziness
luminous eyes
already wise
clicks to scold
the camera
turns neck far
to stare in all
directions:
where’s mama?
carry him oh
so gently back
to nearby spruce
for a few more
flying lessons.
photo by lynn
a poem in my pocket 
Jun 02, 2015 @ 23:29:16
those owls do, indeed, look so wise. Hope the young owlet has been studying hard so he can get his pilot’s license!
Jun 03, 2015 @ 05:41:39
🙂
Jun 02, 2015 @ 19:30:33
Lynn, lovely we both wrote about owls. I see them almost every day and I feel such awe every time. 🙂 great pic 🙂
Jun 02, 2015 @ 20:34:03
Glad you liked it, Ayala! My owl sightings are rarer than yours but always exciting!
Jun 02, 2015 @ 19:18:19
Wow. Quite an experience for the little owlet and for you.
Jun 02, 2015 @ 19:03:12
That is pretty cool that you got to see the owl upclose, and I am glad that you were there to take care of it. I guess the owl knewsomething about you not to fight it.
Jun 02, 2015 @ 18:40:04
Beautiful poem… ‘fiction’ or ‘non’ … It seems real……….. Diane
Jun 02, 2015 @ 20:29:01
True story of one of our close-up encounters with nature, Diane 🙂
Jun 02, 2015 @ 18:12:32
How.. sweet the owl.. of orange glowed glove.. holding
eyes so wise and warm.. the Universe.. sings refrain
of who.. so who.. so who.. rings true in
capture of love.. returns.. in
owl of orange glove way..:)
Jun 02, 2015 @ 20:31:53
So who…but you gives such a poetic reply, katiemiafrederick!
Jun 02, 2015 @ 20:33:48
🙂
Jun 02, 2015 @ 18:11:33
awe – amazing! sweet that the lil owl didn’t fight you guys. I’d love to have the experience of holding my favorite animal
Jun 02, 2015 @ 17:53:58
so cool… it’s those daily interactions with nature that surprise and delight us
Jun 02, 2015 @ 17:31:40
The incident has the ring of authenticity, natural beauty, a child’s sense of wonder, & the maternal heart that scan the world with mama-eyes. Of course, it could fiction, whimsy, good imagination–part of the mystic of good poetics. I, for one, care not, because the power of your words catapulted me into that place in your sphere.
Jun 02, 2015 @ 17:20:39
Wow, that is an amazing picture ~ I am envious of you and Ayala’s post about the owls ~ You must be living close to nature (far from the city) ~ Thanks for joining in Lynn ~