Birds

A Barred Owl

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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.

15 replies »

  1. I love that! Nature’s sounds can be quite frightening when camping in the wild, and to a child, it must be terrifying. Nice soothing words. I’ll try and remember them. 🙂

  2. I loved the woods as a child… as I’m still a child, I enjoy them even more now!
    Great prose and you caught the owl with great expression.

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