Baby Owls in a Tree

Whostherea

Baby Owls in a Tree Waiting on Lunch from Momma
n THE OWLS by Charles Baudelaire
UNDER the overhanging yews,
The dark owls sit in solemn state,
Like stranger gods; by twos and twos
Their red eyes gleam. They meditate.Motionless thus they sit and dream
Until that melancholy hour
When, with the sun’s last fading gleam,
The nightly shades assume their power.From their still attitude the wise
Will learn with terror to despise
All tumult, movement, and unrest;For he who follows every shade,
Carries the memory in his breast,
Of each unhappy journey made.

MOTHER EARTH, SISTER MOON

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TO THE MOONArt thou pale for weariness
     Of climbing heaven and gazing on the earth,
Wandering companionless
      Among the stars that have a different birth,
And ever changing, like a Joyless eye
     That finds no object worth its constancy?

By Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822)

SPLENDOR IN THE MOON

NEW MOON

The new moon, of no importance
lingers behind as the yellow sun glares
and is gone beyond the sea’s edge;
earth smokes blue;
the new moon, in cool height above the blushes,
brings a fresh fragrance of heaven to our senses.

By D.H. Lawrence

(1885-1930)