|WIRES SLOW THIER LIVES AS THEY SOAR|
Electric wires play host to barnyard's owl
as silvered feathers flash disk-streak caught light.
His deafness shuns the squalls on heat-veiled plains;
he oversees the yodel crowded stage.
In hoots, he flaunts his curved-nail protein claws,
conductor like, he keeps his notes in time.
His saucer-shaped eyeballs patrol the miles
and spot a mouse evade a cat's closed eyes.
An owlet couples mother's space on rod;
like misers' pad, the space a skin-tight fit.
They soar to oaks where blossoms hang on lobes
and perch like statues, watch some catnap work.
Carol Dee Meeks
|CAROL DEE MEEKS, 65, Tulsa, is a retired bookkeeper who recently relocated to Oklahoma from New Mexico. As a Bardlet, she served as judge in this SPL contest. Carol Dee is active in High Plains poetry contests and has won many, many awards for her free verse and traditional poems. She is Leo.