Barn Owls!

Warm and dry with just a gentle breeze

the short hike to the farm exhilarating

here alone to watch the barn owls fly

hoping to see them swoop for their prey

trying to be quiet and unobtrusive

but knew that large eyes were watching

far above the tops of thick leaved trees

a sudden faint sound made me freeze!

 

At first two tiny dots in the cloudy sky

that circled the small wooded clearing

in a spiralling descent at each rotation

they came closer such a majestic sight

their screeching louder by the second

nearing me they hissed an eerie sound

like phantoms from another dimension

coming at speed that got my attention!

 

Certainly not wanting to be their quarry

even as they swooped up small rodents

the precision was breath-taking to watch

in a flash ascended back into the beyond

like ghosts questioned if it had been reality

leaving me in a state of utter ambivalence

these images on my digital camera captured

for the first time my whole being raptured!

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

 

Awoke!

Shivering he awoke in a public park all alone

on a hard wooden bench

damp and chilled to the bone being so scared

odd sounds surrounded him

depressed at his situation got up and walked

paranoid his own shadow stalked!

 

So stupid leaving behind such a happy lifestyle

too much for the wife to take

turning to drink to get through every hour

his reality began to disintegrate

also had two sons that he loved so very much

could take no more missed their touch!

 

Guilty for getting in this awful humiliating mess

dirty unwashed shuffling along

contact totally lost with them it seemed endless

gambled away money job and respect

could not take the indignity or guilt another day

confused could not see any other way!

 

By his side a willing listener a comforting smile

yet to anybody passing was solo

even advising him the best position for the noose

some hours later he was found dead

hanging from a high branch in a wooded park

a dog stared up with its loud pitiful bark!

 

The man grinning watched in his dark suit

had another soul completed the pursuit!

 

Then evaporated into the damp morning air!

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

Witch!

The four friends decided to stay in the forest

they’d heard was haunted!

By the ancient spirit it was said of a witch

who would take their souls.

Anyone daring to enter her wooded lair

the old man happily did declare!

 

A run down cottage on the forests boundary

the wrinkled old man sat.

Willing for money to tell you any stories

of those never seen again.

Rituals in the dead of night echoing screams

and blood in the local streams!

 

But added with a warning not wise to enter

it made him feel better.

Of course knew they would take no notice

falling asleep in his chair.

Carrying camping gear they walked slowly

as trees became more lowly!

 

Ahead they could see an open bare patch

nearby pitching their tent.

Darkness fell they had to quickly prepare

and start their adventure.

Into the surrounding woods and explore

the legends to find out more!

 

A high-pitched screeching was very clear

at first not perturbed.

Intently searching using powerful torches

and camcorders for evidence.

Approaching sounds like voices chanting

or animals deeply panting.

 

Staying in one group safety in numbers

their train of thought.

But suddenly one of the boys was taken

dragged into the trees!

His cries quickly fading into emptiness

now emotional coldness!

 

The three remaining were being compelled

towards that clearing.

Crackling of a fire preceded the rising flames

the witch watched them enter.

Once more the forest was empty and dark

nor living things it was stark!

 

The old man awoke knowing the teenagers

would never return!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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