An Owl on the Prowl...

Time for mice to run and hide,
 as daylight fades to dusk,
replete they are from dining on,
  the gleanings of cornhusk.
The hooting of an owl is heard
amongst the forest trees,
a hapless mouse that ventures out
the owl does quickly seize.


De, at dverse poets, has prompted us to write a quadrille of exactly 44 words, not counting the title. It must contain some form of the word 'hoot'. Here's the link: Poetic Hootenanny

  


 

20 comments:

  1. I like the rhythm of this, Carol. A lovely Q!

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  2. That’s a great internal rhyme I the title, Carol, and I enjoyed the rhythm and rhyme of your quadrille. You could be describing my garden – except for the corn husk.

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  3. This has a nice rhythm that fits well into the 44 word limit.

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    1. Thanks, Sean! It's a challenge to keep to exactly 44 words when you introduce rhyme and rhythm. ;D

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  4. Oh! LOVE the title, especially.

    De

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  5. Nicely rendered! I enjoyed the rhythm and rhyme.

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    1. Often it's too late to hide unfortunately!

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  7. Carol, I love how you bring the scene to life! The owl’s hoot really sets the mood. Great work! 👏

    Much love,
    David
    SkepticsKaddish.com

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  8. Owls aren't always romantic or melancholy backdrops, are they?! Great Q, Carol.

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  9. Great poem, Carol!

    Yvette M Calleiro :-)
    http://yvettemcalleiro.blogspot.com

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  10. This is enchanting, Carol. Wonderful rhymes.

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