The Barking Owl

Owl photo, copyright 2013 by Dianne

Owl photo, copyright 2013 by Dianne










In the forest, when it’s night
when the stars give out their light,
a barking owl sits on a limb
moonbeams shining down on him.
With his screechy woof-woof sound,
he calls out to the hunting hound
in the forest, among the trees
out of reach of the nighttime breeze.
In the forest, when the dark
silences the meadowlark,
the woof of the barking owl–
only sound from birds on the prowl.

cCopyright, 2013, Freeda Baker Nichols


Note: This is a Quatrain, with rhyme scheme aabb.

6 comments on “The Barking Owl

  1. The screech owl is the spookiest. I didn’t know about a barking owl until I researched for the type of owl in the picture. 🙂


  2. spunkonastick says:

    Very nice. Owls can make the oddest sounds, can’t they?


  3. Catherine Johnson says:

    Very nice! After being inspired by my jewellery box, I have yet to write an owl poem. You are so good at rhyme schemes, Freeda!


  4. Ginger Kemp Pruett says:

    I have for some reason been facinated by owls, i have several ceramic owls and some bronze ones sitting around the house, With theit wide eyes they look like they know so much, but who knows maybe they know nothing.


    • This owl poem came “out of the blue.” Ginger, how cool to collect owls, as you do. I’m scraping the bottom of the barrel after 18 daily new poems and 13 to go for a month of poetry.


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