Creative Writing and unfinished business…
January 16, 2015 § 12 Comments
slow arc of owl flight
flurry of fur
of feather –
Image courtesy Hawk Conservancy Trust
Tagged: creative writing, cycle of life, ethereal, haiku, hunting, owl, poetry
Again you capture your subject matter with panache – the silence of the owl has always amazed this old fool!
Thank you, maestro! I often don’t see them either – they’re like statues at dusk. If I were a mouse I’d have been on their midnight snack menu long ago… 🙂
I remember being at some farm/kids type place in Cornwall years ago when most of mine were just nippers. We stood in a massive barn and the guy with the owl got us all to close our eyes and when the cry ‘open them’ came the owl was at the other end of said barn and not a soul had heard a thing! As a city boy (as I was then) I marvelled at the event and still often think about it! Certainly my favourite bird – well save for Svetlana perhaps!
best regards: bulb
Thank you! Look forward to visiting your fantastic blog.
Beautifully captured – I can picture the ground animals frozen in fear!
Then I think I’ve done my job! Thank you, Chris and have a nice, if bitterly cold, weekend!!
Incredible photo…so beautiful.
Thank you! I wish I had taken it myself 🙂
Love this. Extremely powerful… What you left unsaid had just as much impact as what you described in words. Stunning work!
Again, thank you for your appreciation. I do enjoy filling in those gaps between the lines… 🙂
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