Sunday, September 4, 2011

A bard speaks on a barred owl

A Barred Owl

by Richard Wilbur

The warping night air having brought the boom
Of an owl's voice into her darkened room,
We tell the wakened child that all she heard
Was an odd question from a forest bird,
Asking of us, if rightly listened to,
"Who cooks for you?" and then "Who cooks for you?"

Words, which can make our terrors bravely clear,
Can also thus domesticate a fear,
And send a small child back to sleep at night
Not listening for the sound of stealthy flight
Or dreaming of some small thing in a claw
Borne up to some dark branch and eaten raw.


echo said...

I love this poem. I'm glad you posted it, but you did duplicate part of one line, I'd point out the repetition but I'm sure your editorial eye will catch it as quickly as I could type it.

I still love checking in on your blog every now and then and it always makes me smile.


the redhead said...

Ah, thanks for the heads up. Fixed now, I think! Thanks for stopping by!