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 03, 2015 @ 21:16:12
bravo !
Jun 03, 2015 @ 20:30:29
Owls!!! and so glad he seems healthy. Wonderful poem about this happening in your day.
Jun 03, 2015 @ 19:14:00
The horny owl…but, yes, safety comes in numbers
Jun 03, 2015 @ 21:40:11
I think this one is a young screech owl…but we did have a great horned owl in our grove a few years ago 🙂
Jun 03, 2015 @ 16:35:00
Another wonderful owl poem! And this time the owl’s in a tree where it seems to me owls should be. Tell your son good job for rescuing the poor thing. Peace, Linda
Jun 03, 2015 @ 13:39:47
What a sweet – and disgruntled looking – little owl. How precious. I love that he got put back where he belongs. My poem tells of a similar experience with a hummingbird……..I cant imagine how wonderful it was to be that close to a baby owl. Hope his mama was grateful.
Jun 03, 2015 @ 07:16:26
Wow–beautiful pic and poem–hope he makes it. k.
Jun 03, 2015 @ 02:36:18
Oh my goodness–bless both their hearts!
Jun 02, 2015 @ 23:40:52
Oh what a sweet picture. The owlet indeed look wise, the eyes are amazing…I really hope the little guy learn to fly.
Jun 03, 2015 @ 05:42:53
Me too…hope his parent/teacher found him! Thanks, Bjorn.