Owl On A Branch

Upon a branch an owl took rest, To stay there solemnly, As if he stared quite unimpressed As he looked down on me... I took some photos of him there, He blinked and then stared on, As if he simply didn't care If I stayed or was gone... There was no wisdom to discern, No sage advice or whim, No lesson meant for me to learn As I looked up at him... But then he flew so gracefully That I stood there amazed, As if God's miracle to see So that God would be praised... And praise I did, for all I saw, Because I couldn't fly, Yet that owl flew and then, what's more, He knew not how or why... His golden wings were God's design, With feathers side by side, Yet I walked home to all that's mine, A man devoid of pride... Denis Martindale, copyright March 2016. A poem based on a magnificent wildlife painting, by artist Stephen Gayford. Google-search gayfordgallery and 'Stephen Gayford poetry'.