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
I like the rhythm of this, Carol. A lovely Q!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Lisa! Appreciate your comment! :D
DeleteThat’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.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Kim! :D
DeleteThis has a nice rhythm that fits well into the 44 word limit.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Sean! It's a challenge to keep to exactly 44 words when you introduce rhyme and rhythm. ;D
DeleteOh! LOVE the title, especially.
ReplyDeleteDe
Thanks, De and thanks for the prompt!
DeleteNicely rendered! I enjoyed the rhythm and rhyme.
ReplyDeleteGlad you enjoyed it, Mish! :D
DeleteHide little mouse, hide
ReplyDeleteOften it's too late to hide unfortunately!
DeleteCarol, I love how you bring the scene to life! The owl’s hoot really sets the mood. Great work! 👏
ReplyDeleteMuch love,
David
SkepticsKaddish.com
Thank you so much, David! :D
DeleteOwls aren't always romantic or melancholy backdrops, are they?! Great Q, Carol.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Dora! :D
DeleteGreat poem, Carol!
ReplyDeleteYvette M Calleiro :-)
http://yvettemcalleiro.blogspot.com
Ta muchly, Yvette! :D
DeleteThis is enchanting, Carol. Wonderful rhymes.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much! :)
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