Owl spoke To me, last night. She gifted a word, From her Ancient language. Misunderstanding, Her intent, I answered aloud, Speaking As an echo The sound Of the new word. Owl spoke, Again. I almost understood. Almost. I thanked Grandmother Owl, In English. In silence, She flew. In darkness, She flew. Close to me, She flew. So close, I saw her, Against darkness. Then, She was gone, In darkness. Grandmother Spoke, Once more, Outside of time, For me to remember, The meaning. I will always Know this word In her language, When again, I hear her call. The word She spoke is Death. . She Spoke August 28, 2021 ⓒBearspawprint2021
Category Archives: Birds
Silent
Not all deserts are wastelands. Not all deserts are dry. Not all deserts are visible. Not all bird songs can be heard. Not all humans sing to be heard. And yet, here we are , The birds, and I, Singing in the desert, Invisible and silent. Silent 26July2021 ©Bearspawprint2021
Hunger
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A song never sung
Was silenced by an owl’s
Whispered hunting flight.
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Bear 05May2020
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Gentle Call
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Small Bird, in the woods,
Is calling “Twit-too-too-weet”;
My pain drains away.
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Bear … July 12, 2019
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Home
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Against the sunset,
Wing-ed ones are flying east.
I turn, seeking home.
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Bear 03.23.2019
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I Walk In Blue Mist
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Morning is thick, dense.
Hidden birds are not calling
I walk in blue mist.
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Bear 01.04.2019
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Night Chill
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Dreams wait in darkness.
The half moon illuminates
Clouds while an owl calls.
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Bear 12.19.2018
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Storm Leaving
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The lightning’s last
Bright flash revealed a small bird
Sleeping in darkness.
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Bear 12.03.2018
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Little Ones – Haiku
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Movement almost seen,
Leaves shiver in low bushes,
There are tiny tracks.
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Bear September 24, 2018
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Crow Stories
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Those crows have returned,
Laughing and telling stories
I don’t understand.
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August 10, 2018
Bear ©Bearspawprint2018