If I were an owl, I would haunt you in your dreams.
You waken in the Dreamtime to find me
staring at you with outstretched wings
saying nothing.
You know that this is the moment you have been waiting for
the moment I need your attention.
A deep guttural sound will start
to rise within your chest
as you wrench your inner owl into existence.
It’s not easy to release
your true self buried beneath
the façade of your cultural armour.
The cry of your rebirth
reaches your throat,
hideous in its rasping rawness.
Too long have you denied your ability to sing
out to the night.
I will haunt you until you do.
(c) Cheyenne MacMasters 2013
“orbphotog”
Eye of the Camera 
Just fascinating poem! Who wrote it?
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Thank you, Wanda. I suppose I should have mentioned that I wrote it… I’ll go add that postscript now.
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You are very talented, Cheyenne! If I have more time, I’II write a a short ‘poem review’. 🙂 Now I am incredible busy.
Contratulation!
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Thank you again, Wanda. A review? Wow… Just take a deep breath and keep pace with your busy times.
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🙂 🙂 🙂
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That is lovely.
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Thank you, Leanne.
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I like a lot 🙂
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Thank you, lovely poet.
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Beautiful Poem, congratulations!
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Thank you for all your encouragement along the way.
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🙂
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Congratulations upon your 100th post, and that was a beautiful poem.. love owls of any sort.. 🙂
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Thank you, Sue Dreamwalker. Post 100 called out for the owl’s regard.
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Outstanding! Wonderful poem!
Thank you, as always…
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Thank you, as always, for your support, Debra!
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I once found a barred owl nest and watched the young until they left the nest 20 feet up in an old tree. This brings back those memories. Enjoyed. Your poetry is amazing!
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Thank you for your comment. I would have loved to have seen the young owls grow up. Usually I only get to see them in my dreams.
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This calls for a big celebration! Congratulations on your 100th post and what a lovely poem! I never knew you could write poems!
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Thank you, Uzoma. I celebrated by owling the night away, not sleeping ’til dawn. For me, writing poetry is all about trust. Trusting the words that come to mind and not arguing with yourself in the process.
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