Study Of An Owl Poem by Denis Martindale

What makes an owl an owl of worth
Until it flies full grown,
Above the human lands on Earth
Wherever it has flown,
With all the grace it needs each flight
To conquer gravity,
While I stand here and keep in sight
Its humble irony?

God gave it wings, yet gave me none,
It soars the skies above,
Upto the clouds, upto the sun,
Without the wit to love...
It grants no praise to God on high,
It doesn't know His name,
No wonder that I ask God why,
I, too, can't fly the same...

I'm green with envy at that owl,
That flying feathered friend,
Yet can't help thinking my luck's foul,
If God, my wings, won't send...
And yet I'm safe on Earth below,
No broken wings have I,
I guess I'll just walk to and fro,
Look up and heave a sigh...


Denis Martindale, copyright, March 2015.


Poem based on the magnificent wildlife painting,
by artist Stephen Gayford nb Google-search
gayfordgallery and 'Stephen Gayford poetry'.