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WriteRead
06-08-2005, 09:16 AM
I read somewhere that the medieval Japanese, or were they only the samurais that did it, in their elegant and elaborate ways, engaged in a very nice and subtle poetry game.

While they'd feast in the garden, they would write a line on a parchment leaf ; they would then put it on the little creek running thru that garden and let it flow down the stream; the next guest would pick it up and add his line to the former one and so on, and a poem would be born.

Let's do it here, if you're game for this game.

So here's the parchment, sailing silently, baptised by water, upholding it for you to add to my line, which is the first in the oncoming opus, the poem to be born:

A light wind is sailing (from one of my poems, not yet published here)

Dan

William Haskins
06-08-2005, 09:20 AM
A light wind is sailing
On the current of night,

Cassie88
06-08-2005, 08:52 PM
A light wind is sailing
On the current of night,
An old owl is hooing,

maestrowork
06-08-2005, 09:17 PM
A light wind is sailing
On the current of night,
An old owl is hooing,
then took its last flight

Paint
06-08-2005, 10:22 PM
A light wind is sailing
On the current of night,
An old owl is hooing,
then took its last flight
Dives to grab roadkill

Cabria
06-08-2005, 10:27 PM
A light wind is sailing
On the current of night,
An old owl is hooing,
then took its last flight
Dives to grab roadkill
precise to its prey

Eveningsdawn
06-08-2005, 11:46 PM
A light wind is sailing
On the current of night,
An old owl is hooing,
then took its last flight
Dives to grab roadkill
precise to its prey
then soars into the sky

Paint
06-09-2005, 12:49 AM
A light wind is sailing
On the current of night,
An old owl is hooing,
then took its last flight
Dives to grab roadkill
precise to its prey
then soars into the sky
to wait the dawn of day.

WriteRead
06-09-2005, 11:06 PM
A light wind is sailing
On the current of night,
An old owl is hooing,
then took its last flight
Dives to grab roadkill
precise to its prey
then soars into the sky
to wait the dawn of day.
Dewdrops on grassblades, the owl is asleep

maestrowork
06-09-2005, 11:11 PM
A light wind is sailing
On the current of night,
An old owl is hooing,
then takes its last flight
Dives to grab roadkill
precise to its prey
then soars into the sky
to wait the dawn of day.
Dewdrops on grassblades, the owl is asleep
dreaming of the perfect kill

Paint
06-09-2005, 11:36 PM
A light wind is sailing
On the current of night,
An old owl is hooing,
then takes its last flight
Dives to grab roadkill
precise to its prey
then soars into the sky
to wait the dawn of day.
Dewdrops on grassblades, the owl is asleep
dreaming of the perfect kill
boy creeping, gun in hand

maestrowork
06-10-2005, 12:07 AM
A light wind is sailing
On the current of night,
An old owl is hooing,
then takes its last flight
Dives to grab roadkill
precise to its prey
then soars into the sky
to wait the dawn of day.
Dewdrops on grassblades, the owl is asleep
dreaming of the perfect kill
boy creeping, gun in hand
his heart quiet, his breath still

Cassie88
06-10-2005, 12:21 AM
A light wind is sailing
On the current of night,
An old owl is hooing,
then takes its last flight
Dives to grab roadkill
precise to its prey
then soars into the sky
to wait the dawn of day.
Dewdrops on grassblades, the owl is asleep
dreaming of the perfect kill
boy creeping, gun in hand
his heart quiet, his breath still
A light rain is falling,

maestrowork
06-10-2005, 12:41 AM
A light wind is sailing
On the current of night,
An old owl is hooing,
then takes its last flight
Dives to grab roadkill
precise to its prey
then soars into the sky
to wait the dawn of day.
Dewdrops on grassblades, the owl is asleep
dreaming of the perfect kill
boy creeping, gun in hand
his heart quiet, his breath still
A light rain is falling
The boy hears no cries

Paint
06-10-2005, 12:56 AM
A light wind is sailing
On the current of night,
An old owl is hooing,
then takes its last flight
Dives to grab roadkill
precise to its prey
then soars into the sky
to wait the dawn of day.
Dewdrops on grassblades, the owl is asleep
dreaming of the perfect kill
boy creeping, gun in hand
his heart quiet, his breath still
A light rain is falling
The boy hears no cries
only his own as talons pierce deeply

Godfather
06-10-2005, 01:17 AM
A light wind is sailing
On the current of night,
An old owl is hooing,
then takes its last flight
Dives to grab roadkill
precise to its prey
then soars into the sky
to wait the dawn of day.
Dewdrops on grassblades, the owl is asleep
dreaming of the perfect kill
boy creeping, gun in hand
his heart quiet, his breath still
A light rain is falling
The boy hears no cries
only his own as talons pierce deeply
And that poor little boy collapses and dies

WriteRead
06-10-2005, 02:53 AM
A light wind is sailing
On the current of night,
An old owl is hooing,
then takes its last flight
Dives to grab roadkill
precise to its prey
then soars into the sky
to wait the dawn of day.
Dewdrops on grassblades, the owl is asleep
dreaming of the perfect kill
boy creeping, gun in hand
his heart quiet, his breath still
A light rain is falling
The boy hears no cries
only his own as talons pierce deeply
And that poor little boy collapses and dies
With a gasp in his eyes

Godfather
06-10-2005, 03:33 PM
A light wind is sailing
On the current of night,
An old owl is hooing,
then takes its last flight
Dives to grab roadkill
precise to its prey
then soars into the sky
to wait the dawn of day.
Dewdrops on grassblades, the owl is asleep
dreaming of the perfect kill
boy creeping, gun in hand
his heart quiet, his breath still
A light rain is falling
The boy hears no cries
only his own as talons pierce deeply
And that poor little boy collapses and dies
With a gasp in his eyes

A family mourns

maestrowork
06-10-2005, 03:36 PM
A light wind is sailing
On the current of night,
An old owl is hooing,
then takes its last flight
Dives to grab roadkill
precise to its prey
then soars into the sky
to wait the dawn of day.
Dewdrops on grassblades, the owl is asleep
dreaming of the perfect kill
boy creeping, gun in hand
his heart quiet, his breath still
A light rain is falling
The boy hears no cries
only his own as talons pierce deeply
And that poor little boy collapses and dies
With a gasp in his eyes

A family mourns
the wicked fate of loss

Godfather
06-10-2005, 03:52 PM
A light wind is sailing
On the current of night,
An old owl is hooing,
then takes its last flight
Dives to grab roadkill
precise to its prey
then soars into the sky
to wait the dawn of day.
Dewdrops on grassblades, the owl is asleep
dreaming of the perfect kill
boy creeping, gun in hand
his heart quiet, his breath still
A light rain is falling
The boy hears no cries
only his own as talons pierce deeply
And that poor little boy collapses and dies
With a gasp in his eyes

A family mourns
the wicked fate of loss
Makes the stomach turn

Paint
06-10-2005, 05:48 PM
A light wind is sailing
On the current of night,
An old owl is hooing,
then takes its last flight
Dives to grab roadkill
precise to its prey
then soars into the sky
to wait the dawn of day.
Dewdrops on grassblades, the owl is asleep
dreaming of the perfect kill
boy creeping, gun in hand
his heart quiet, his breath still
A light rain is falling
The boy hears no cries
only his own as talons pierce deeply
And that poor little boy collapses and dies
With a gasp in his eyes

A family mourns
the wicked fate of loss
Makes the stomach turn
Revenge! screams father, clenched fist to sky

Sarita
06-11-2005, 05:46 PM
A light wind is sailing
On the current of night,
An old owl is hooing,
then takes its last flight
Dives to grab roadkill
precise to its prey
then soars into the sky
to wait the dawn of day.
Dewdrops on grassblades, the owl is asleep
dreaming of the perfect kill
boy creeping, gun in hand
his heart quiet, his breath still
A light rain is falling
The boy hears no cries
only his own as talons pierce deeply
And that poor little boy collapses and dies
With a gasp in his eyes

A family mourns
the wicked fate of loss
Makes the stomach turn
Revenge! screams father, clenched fist to sky
Mothers tears coupled with a sigh

maestrowork
06-11-2005, 06:13 PM
A light wind is sailing
On the current of night,
An old owl is hooing,
then takes its last flight
Dives to grab roadkill
precise to its prey
then soars into the sky
to wait the dawn of day.
Dewdrops on grassblades, the owl is asleep
dreaming of the perfect kill
boy creeping, gun in hand
his heart quiet, his breath still
A light rain is falling
The boy hears no cries
only his own as talons pierce deeply
And that poor little boy collapses and dies
With a gasp in his eyes

A family mourns
the wicked fate of loss
Makes the stomach turn
Revenge! screams father, clenched fist to sky
Mothers tears coupled with a sigh
A grave so deep we dig

alanna
06-11-2005, 06:16 PM
A light wind is sailing
On the current of night,
An old owl is hooing,
then takes its last flight
Dives to grab roadkill
precise to its prey
then soars into the sky
to wait the dawn of day.
Dewdrops on grassblades, the owl is asleep
dreaming of the perfect kill
boy creeping, gun in hand
his heart quiet, his breath still
A light rain is falling
The boy hears no cries
only his own as talons pierce deeply
And that poor little boy collapses and dies
With a gasp in his eyes

A family mourns
the wicked fate of loss
Makes the stomach turn
Revenge! screams father, clenched fist to sky
Mothers tears coupled with a sigh
A grave so deep we dig
as we plan our attack.

Paint
06-11-2005, 07:26 PM
A light wind is sailing
On the current of night,
An old owl is hooing,
then takes its last flight
Dives to grab roadkill
precise to its prey
then soars into the sky
to wait the dawn of day.
Dewdrops on grassblades, the owl is asleep
dreaming of the perfect kill
boy creeping, gun in hand
his heart quiet, his breath still
A light rain is falling
The boy hears no cries
only his own as talons pierce deeply
And that poor little boy collapses and dies
With a gasp in his eyes

A family mourns
the wicked fate of loss
Makes the stomach turn
Revenge! screams father, clenched fist to sky
Mothers tears coupled with a sigh
A grave so deep we dig
as we plan our attack.
"Eliminate! Ensure our safety!"

WriteRead
06-11-2005, 09:32 PM
A light wind is sailing
On the current of night,
An old owl is hooing,
then takes its last flight
Dives to grab roadkill
precise to its prey
then soars into the sky
to wait the dawn of day.
Dewdrops on grassblades, the owl is asleep
dreaming of the perfect kill
boy creeping, gun in hand
his heart quiet, his breath still
A light rain is falling
The boy hears no cries
only his own as talons pierce deeply
And that poor little boy collapses and dies
With a gasp in his eyes

A family mourns
the wicked fate of loss
Makes the stomach turn
Revenge! screams father, clenched fist to sky
Mothers tears coupled with a sigh
A grave so deep we dig
as we plan our attack.
"Eliminate! Ensure our safety!"
"Live and let live? Leave!"

Godfather
06-11-2005, 10:34 PM
A light wind is sailing
On the current of night,
An old owl is hooing,
then takes its last flight
Dives to grab roadkill
precise to its prey
then soars into the sky
to wait the dawn of day.
Dewdrops on grassblades, the owl is asleep
dreaming of the perfect kill
boy creeping, gun in hand
his heart quiet, his breath still
A light rain is falling
The boy hears no cries
only his own as talons pierce deeply
And that poor little boy collapses and dies
With a gasp in his eyes

A family mourns
the wicked fate of loss
Makes the stomach turn
Revenge! screams father, clenched fist to sky
Mothers tears coupled with a sigh
A grave so deep we dig
as we plan our attack.
"Eliminate! Ensure our safety!"
"Live and let live? Leave!"
In revenge father seemed emotionless

Paint
06-11-2005, 10:59 PM
A light wind is sailing
On the current of night,
An old owl is hooing,
then takes its last flight
Dives to grab roadkill
precise to its prey
then soars into the sky
to wait the dawn of day.
Dewdrops on grassblades, the owl is asleep
dreaming of the perfect kill
boy creeping, gun in hand
his heart quiet, his breath still
A light rain is falling
The boy hears no cries
only his own as talons pierce deeply
And that poor little boy collapses and dies
With a gasp in his eyes

A family mourns
the wicked fate of loss
Makes the stomach turn
Revenge! screams father, clenched fist to sky
Mothers tears coupled with a sigh
A grave so deep we dig
as we plan our attack.
"Eliminate! Ensure our safety!"
"Live and let live? Leave!"
In revenge father seemed emotionless
Years of being numb had turned him to stone.

black winged fighter
06-12-2005, 03:08 AM
A light wind is sailing
On the current of night,
An old owl is hooing,
then takes its last flight
Dives to grab roadkill
precise to its prey
then soars into the sky
to wait the dawn of day.
Dewdrops on grassblades, the owl is asleep
dreaming of the perfect kill
boy creeping, gun in hand
his heart quiet, his breath still
A light rain is falling
The boy hears no cries
only his own as talons pierce deeply
And that poor little boy collapses and dies
With a gasp in his eyes

A family mourns
the wicked fate of loss
Makes the stomach turn
Revenge! screams father, clenched fist to sky
Mothers tears coupled with a sigh
A grave so deep we dig
as we plan our attack.
"Eliminate! Ensure our safety!"
"Live and let live? Leave!"
In revenge father seemed emotionless
Years of being numb had turned him to stone.
He could not cry, for he was alone.

WriteRead
06-12-2005, 03:59 AM
A light wind is sailing
On the current of night,
An old owl is hooing,
then takes its last flight
Dives to grab roadkill
precise to its prey
then soars into the sky
to wait the dawn of day.
Dewdrops on grassblades, the owl is asleep
dreaming of the perfect kill
boy creeping, gun in hand
his heart quiet, his breath still
A light rain is falling
The boy hears no cries
only his own as talons pierce deeply
And that poor little boy collapses and dies
With a gasp in his eyes

A family mourns
the wicked fate of loss
Makes the stomach turn
Revenge! screams father, clenched fist to sky
Mothers tears coupled with a sigh
A grave so deep we dig
as we plan our attack.
"Eliminate! Ensure our safety!"
"Live and let live? Leave!"
In revenge father seemed emotionless
Years of being numb had turned him to stone.
He could not cry, for he was alone.
The mother long gone,

Godfather
06-12-2005, 02:34 PM
A light wind is sailing
On the current of night,
An old owl is hooing,
then takes its last flight
Dives to grab roadkill
precise to its prey
then soars into the sky
to wait the dawn of day.
Dewdrops on grassblades, the owl is asleep
dreaming of the perfect kill
boy creeping, gun in hand
his heart quiet, his breath still
A light rain is falling
The boy hears no cries
only his own as talons pierce deeply
And that poor little boy collapses and dies
With a gasp in his eyes

A family mourns
the wicked fate of loss
Makes the stomach turn
Revenge! screams father, clenched fist to sky
Mothers tears coupled with a sigh
A grave so deep we dig
as we plan our attack.
"Eliminate! Ensure our safety!"
"Live and let live? Leave!"
In revenge father seemed emotionless
Years of being numb had turned him to stone.
He could not cry, for he was alone.
The mother long gone,
And his son, now killed by mother nature,

Paint
06-14-2005, 08:53 PM
A light wind is sailing
On the current of night,
An old owl is hooing,
then takes its last flight
Dives to grab roadkill
precise to its prey
then soars into the sky
to wait the dawn of day.
Dewdrops on grassblades, the owl is asleep
dreaming of the perfect kill
boy creeping, gun in hand
his heart quiet, his breath still
A light rain is falling
The boy hears no cries
only his own as talons pierce deeply
And that poor little boy collapses and dies
With a gasp in his eyes

A family mourns
the wicked fate of loss
Makes the stomach turn
Revenge! screams father, clenched fist to sky
Mothers tears coupled with a sigh
A grave so deep we dig
as we plan our attack.
"Eliminate! Ensure our safety!"
"Live and let live? Leave!"
In revenge father seemed emotionless
Years of being numb had turned him to stone.
He could not cry, for he was alone.
The mother long gone,
And his son, now killed by mother nature,
Sails in spirit on wind filled nights.

WriteRead
06-14-2005, 09:54 PM
A light wind is sailing
On the current of night,
An old owl is hooing,
then takes its last flight
Dives to grab roadkill
precise to its prey
then soars into the sky
to wait the dawn of day.
Dewdrops on grassblades, the owl is asleep
dreaming of the perfect kill
boy creeping, gun in hand
his heart quiet, his breath still
A light rain is falling
The boy hears no cries
only his own as talons pierce deeply
And that poor little boy collapses and dies
With a gasp in his eyes

A family mourns
the wicked fate of loss
Makes the stomach turn
Revenge! screams father, clenched fist to sky
Mothers tears coupled with a sigh
A grave so deep we dig
as we plan our attack.
"Eliminate! Ensure our safety!"
"Live and let live? Leave!"
In revenge father seemed emotionless
Years of being numb had turned him to stone.
He could not cry, for he was alone.
The mother long gone,
And his son, now killed by mother nature,
Sails in spirit on wind filled nights.

Hovering above the valley,

Godfather
06-14-2005, 10:34 PM
A light wind is sailing
On the current of night,
An old owl is hooing,
then takes its last flight
Dives to grab roadkill
precise to its prey
then soars into the sky
to wait the dawn of day.
Dewdrops on grassblades, the owl is asleep
dreaming of the perfect kill
boy creeping, gun in hand
his heart quiet, his breath still
A light rain is falling
The boy hears no cries
only his own as talons pierce deeply
And that poor little boy collapses and dies
With a gasp in his eyes

A family mourns
the wicked fate of loss
Makes the stomach turn
Revenge! screams father, clenched fist to sky
Mothers tears coupled with a sigh
A grave so deep we dig
as we plan our attack.
"Eliminate! Ensure our safety!"
"Live and let live? Leave!"
In revenge father seemed emotionless
Years of being numb had turned him to stone.
He could not cry, for he was alone.
The mother long gone,
And his son, now killed by mother nature,
Sails in spirit on wind filled nights.

Hovering above the valley,
The owl flies away

Paint
06-16-2005, 01:27 AM
A light wind is sailing
On the current of night,
An old owl is hooing,
then takes its last flight
Dives to grab roadkill
precise to its prey
then soars into the sky
to wait the dawn of day.
Dewdrops on grassblades, the owl is asleep
dreaming of the perfect kill
boy creeping, gun in hand
his heart quiet, his breath still
A light rain is falling
The boy hears no cries
only his own as talons pierce deeply
And that poor little boy collapses and dies
With a gasp in his eyes

A family mourns
the wicked fate of loss
Makes the stomach turn
Revenge! screams father, clenched fist to sky
Mothers tears coupled with a sigh
A grave so deep we dig
as we plan our attack.
"Eliminate! Ensure our safety!"
"Live and let live? Leave!"
In revenge father seemed emotionless
Years of being numb had turned him to stone.
He could not cry, for he was alone.
The mother long gone,
And his son, now killed by mother nature,
Sails in spirit on wind filled nights.

Hovering above the valley,
The owl flies away
unobserved, wings beating silently.

Godfather
06-16-2005, 01:34 AM
A light wind is sailing
On the current of night,
An old owl is hooing,
then takes its last flight
Dives to grab roadkill
precise to its prey
then soars into the sky
to wait the dawn of day.
Dewdrops on grassblades, the owl is asleep
dreaming of the perfect kill
boy creeping, gun in hand
his heart quiet, his breath still
A light rain is falling
The boy hears no cries
only his own as talons pierce deeply
And that poor little boy collapses and dies
With a gasp in his eyes

A family mourns
the wicked fate of loss
Makes the stomach turn
Revenge! screams father, clenched fist to sky
Mothers tears coupled with a sigh
A grave so deep we dig
as we plan our attack.
"Eliminate! Ensure our safety!"
"Live and let live? Leave!"
In revenge father seemed emotionless
Years of being numb had turned him to stone.
He could not cry, for he was alone.
The mother long gone,
And his son, now killed by mother nature,
Sails in spirit on wind filled nights.

Hovering above the valley,
The owl flies away
unobserved, wings beating silently.
Looking up, father thinks nothing of this bird

Paint
06-16-2005, 08:14 PM
A light wind is sailing
On the current of night,
An old owl is hooing,
then takes its last flight
Dives to grab roadkill
precise to its prey
then soars into the sky
to wait the dawn of day.
Dewdrops on grassblades, the owl is asleep
dreaming of the perfect kill
boy creeping, gun in hand
his heart quiet, his breath still
A light rain is falling
The boy hears no cries
only his own as talons pierce deeply
And that poor little boy collapses and dies
With a gasp in his eyes

A family mourns
the wicked fate of loss
Makes the stomach turn
Revenge! screams father, clenched fist to sky
Mothers tears coupled with a sigh
A grave so deep we dig
as we plan our attack.
"Eliminate! Ensure our safety!"
"Live and let live? Leave!"
In revenge father seemed emotionless
Years of being numb had turned him to stone.
He could not cry, for he was alone.
The mother long gone,
And his son, now killed by mother nature,
Sails in spirit on wind filled nights.

Hovering above the valley,
The owl flies away
unobserved, wings beating silently.
Looking up, father thinks nothing of this bird
looking down the boy observes from owl's eyes.

Godfather
06-22-2005, 12:16 PM
A light wind is sailing
On the current of night,
An old owl is hooing,
then takes its last flight
Dives to grab roadkill
precise to its prey
then soars into the sky
to wait the dawn of day.
Dewdrops on grassblades, the owl is asleep
dreaming of the perfect kill
boy creeping, gun in hand
his heart quiet, his breath still
A light rain is falling
The boy hears no cries
only his own as talons pierce deeply
And that poor little boy collapses and dies
With a gasp in his eyes

A family mourns
the wicked fate of loss
Makes the stomach turn
Revenge! screams father, clenched fist to sky
Mothers tears coupled with a sigh
A grave so deep we dig
as we plan our attack.
"Eliminate! Ensure our safety!"
"Live and let live? Leave!"
In revenge father seemed emotionless
Years of being numb had turned him to stone.
He could not cry, for he was alone.
The mother long gone,
And his son, now killed by mother nature,
Sails in spirit on wind filled nights.

Hovering above the valley,
The owl flies away
unobserved, wings beating silently.
Looking up, father thinks nothing of this bird
looking down the boy observes from owl's eyes.
A teardrop splashes to the ground

DragonHeart
06-22-2005, 05:23 PM
A light wind is sailing
On the current of night,
An old owl is hooing,
then takes its last flight
Dives to grab roadkill
precise to its prey
then soars into the sky
to wait the dawn of day.
Dewdrops on grassblades, the owl is asleep
dreaming of the perfect kill
boy creeping, gun in hand
his heart quiet, his breath still
A light rain is falling
The boy hears no cries
only his own as talons pierce deeply
And that poor little boy collapses and dies
With a gasp in his eyes

A family mourns
the wicked fate of loss
Makes the stomach turn
Revenge! screams father, clenched fist to sky
Mothers tears coupled with a sigh
A grave so deep we dig
as we plan our attack.
"Eliminate! Ensure our safety!"
"Live and let live? Leave!"
In revenge father seemed emotionless
Years of being numb had turned him to stone.
He could not cry, for he was alone.
The mother long gone,
And his son, now killed by mother nature,
Sails in spirit on wind filled nights.

Hovering above the valley,
The owl flies away
unobserved, wings beating silently.
Looking up, father thinks nothing of this bird
looking down the boy observes from owl's eyes.
A teardrop splashes to the ground
Fallen from the tawny owl as he cries

Paint
06-22-2005, 09:35 PM
A light wind is sailing
On the current of night,
An old owl is hooing,
then takes its last flight
Dives to grab roadkill
precise to its prey
then soars into the sky
to wait the dawn of day.
Dewdrops on grassblades, the owl is asleep
dreaming of the perfect kill
boy creeping, gun in hand
his heart quiet, his breath still
A light rain is falling
The boy hears no cries
only his own as talons pierce deeply
And that poor little boy collapses and dies
With a gasp in his eyes

A family mourns
the wicked fate of loss
Makes the stomach turn
Revenge! screams father, clenched fist to sky
Mothers tears coupled with a sigh
A grave so deep we dig
as we plan our attack.
"Eliminate! Ensure our safety!"
"Live and let live? Leave!"
In revenge father seemed emotionless
Years of being numb had turned him to stone.
He could not cry, for he was alone.
The mother long gone,
And his son, now killed by mother nature,
Sails in spirit on wind filled nights.

Hovering above the valley,
The owl flies away
unobserved, wings beating silently.
Looking up, father thinks nothing of this bird
looking down the boy observes from owl's eyes.
A teardrop splashes to the ground
Fallen from the tawny owl as he cries
Cleansing the anquish of a parents soul.

WriteRead
06-23-2005, 06:59 PM
A light wind is sailing
On the current of night,
An old owl is hooing,
then takes its last flight
Dives to grab roadkill
precise to its prey
then soars into the sky
to wait the dawn of day.
Dewdrops on grassblades, the owl is asleep
dreaming of the perfect kill
boy creeping, gun in hand
his heart quiet, his breath still
A light rain is falling
The boy hears no cries
only his own as talons pierce deeply
And that poor little boy collapses and dies
With a gasp in his eyes

A family mourns
the wicked fate of loss
Makes the stomach turn
Revenge! screams father, clenched fist to sky
Mothers tears coupled with a sigh
A grave so deep we dig
as we plan our attack.
"Eliminate! Ensure our safety!"
"Live and let live? Leave!"
In revenge father seemed emotionless
Years of being numb had turned him to stone.
He could not cry, for he was alone.
The mother long gone,
And his son, now killed by mother nature,
Sails in spirit on wind filled nights.

Hovering above the valley,
The owl flies away
unobserved, wings beating silently.
Looking up, father thinks nothing of this bird
looking down the boy observes from owl's eyes.
A teardrop splashes to the ground
Fallen from the tawny owl as he cries
Cleansing the anquish of a parents soul.

Then, soaring above the valley, he

black winged fighter
06-24-2005, 12:02 AM
A light wind is sailing
On the current of night,
An old owl is hooing,
then takes its last flight
Dives to grab roadkill
precise to its prey
then soars into the sky
to wait the dawn of day.
Dewdrops on grassblades, the owl is asleep
dreaming of the perfect kill
boy creeping, gun in hand
his heart quiet, his breath still
A light rain is falling
The boy hears no cries
only his own as talons pierce deeply
And that poor little boy collapses and dies
With a gasp in his eyes

A family mourns
the wicked fate of loss
Makes the stomach turn
Revenge! screams father, clenched fist to sky
Mothers tears coupled with a sigh
A grave so deep we dig
as we plan our attack.
"Eliminate! Ensure our safety!"
"Live and let live? Leave!"
In revenge father seemed emotionless
Years of being numb had turned him to stone.
He could not cry, for he was alone.
The mother long gone,
And his son, now killed by mother nature,
Sails in spirit on wind filled nights.

Hovering above the valley,
The owl flies away
unobserved, wings beating silently.
Looking up, father thinks nothing of this bird
looking down the boy observes from owl's eyes.
A teardrop splashes to the ground
Fallen from the tawny owl as he cries
Cleansing the anquish of a parents soul.

Then, soaring above the valley, he
learns to be free