Thursday, 23 October 2014

Day 826: Screech Owl

Another perfect gem of a poem from Ted Kooser.

Screech Owl - Ted Kooser

All night each reedy whinny
from a bird no bigger than a heart
flies out of a tall black pine
and, in a breath, is taken away
by the stars. Yet, with small hope
from the center of darkness
it calls out again and again.

1 comment:

  1. I like this poem but can you give me the meaning of it? I was given this poem in my 9th grade english class and have to write a response poem in relation to it.


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