OWL ON A BRANCH

Upon a branch an owl took rest,
To stay there solemnly,
As if he stared quite unimpressed
As he looked down on me...
I took some photos of him there,
He blinked and then stared on,
As if he simply didn't care
If I stayed or was gone...

There was no wisdom to discern,
No sage advice or whim,
No lesson meant for me to learn
As I looked up at him...
But then he flew so gracefully
That I stood there amazed,
As if God's miracle to see
So that God would be praised...

And praise I did, for all I saw,
Because I couldn't fly,
Yet that owl flew and then, what's more,
He knew not how or why...
His golden wings were God's design,
With feathers side by side,
Yet I walked home to all that's mine,
A man devoid of pride...


Denis Martindale, copyright March 2016.


A poem based on a magnificent wildlife painting,
by artist Stephen Gayford. Google-search
gayfordgallery and 'Stephen Gayford poetry'.

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