The Owl Omen Poem by Greg Gaul
The Owl Omen
Heed the owl's omen!
Peril peers all men.
As norms run afoul
now release the owl.
With its silent wing
let it soar and sing.
Wind shrieks in our ear
talons pierce the fear.
Foolish minds do reach
for the hunter's screech!
Fools wander amuck
final decree is struck.
Sounds that clutch 'n cry
always one must die.
In this raptus way
the owl stalks its prey.
Swoop in fatal flight
embrace this bloody night.
Play life's classic duel
wisdom kills the fool.
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7/27/2025 8:58:04 PM # 1.0.0
You write in short lines like approaching wing-strokes. I like your visceral rendering of the experience- - the rushing of air, the shivery sound. It's a good way to highlight the fool's carelessness. The fool is especially vulnerable when he thinks he is clever.