There is no such thing as a God-forsaken town: Poetry Friday: Birdtober Day 17: Great Grey Owl

Thursday, October 16, 2025

Here are this week's posts:

Sees prey through yellow eyes

Then,

Silent as smoke,

Attacks

Irene Latham said...: Dear Ruth, I love seeing your bird poems gather and take flight! Owls are perfect to feature during October, yes? Thank you! xo; 4:40 AM
laurasalas said...: Silent as smoke! Your poem is fire--hehe!; 9:52 AM
Tabatha said...: Silent as smoke! Love it. You really create an ominous vibe with few words.; 10:43 AM
Sarah Grace Tuttle said...: "silent as smoke" is a great line! I love this tiny poem that packs a punch. Thank you for sharing it!; 12:27 PM
Linda B said...: I, too, love the "silent as smoke", Ruth. I've sat evenings in the dusk or dark and seen (finally), an owl swoop in or by, yes, not anything to hear, only to see. I love it!; 1:26 PM