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Mary Pat Hyland's poetry

Page history last edited by Mary Pat Hyland 13 years, 7 months ago

 

Free Form

 

FAREWELL

 

The pink infrared dusk
will soon melt into emerald black
as it has for weeks now.
But this soft sunset is not
a final curtain, for
hope takes wing tonight
and new friends, woven
as tight as a hummingbird's nest,
will endure this tear in our hearts.
Go on, young Wesley,
catch a swaying branch of palm
and follow swiftwinged Molly's lead
to your Happy Hunting Ground.

 

 

"The Fledge of Allegiance"

I fledge allegiance,

to the MOD

of the United Fans of Molly's owls,

And to the dysfunction

For which it stands:

One obsession,

Under Carlos,

With hilarity and no rest for all!

 

Cinquain

 

Wing

Maternal, comforting

Shields, warms, separates

a brood growing fast...

Molly's.

 

Smurf

Lurking, worrying

Frowns, paces, fearmongers

humans clueless to owls'

safety.

 

Limerick

 

There once was an owl named Molly,

Whose brood became Internet folly.

They'd stomp & they'd snore,

Down mice, cry for more.

Making curious browsers trés jolly!

 

Haikus

 

SECOND CLUTCH

 

Two cameras give

owl's view of inner sanctum.

Not tidy, but home.

 

"With or without you,"
Bono sings, as owls huddle
I'm thinking it's with...

 

FIRST CLUTCH

 

Mystical moonlight 
beckons untested wings, 
Wesley's turn arrives.

 

Downy owlet's snore

Carries thousands of miles east...

Get him Breathe Right strips!

 

"The Great Escape"

Distracted mom tends

young brood in the corner, as

mouse runs for its life!

 

Lighthouse eyes blink from

the owl barn door, signaling

to FeedEx "guy." 

 

I'm gonna miss that

straw slurping sound, when Max and

crew slip San Marcos.

 

Remembering when

the heads of these owlets were

too heavy to lift!

 

I watched you hatch, Wes,

from your thin-walled calcium cave

into Molly's wing.

 

I had a life once.

Now watch Molly deliver

beheaded gophers.

 

Dusk blind, we wonder

if owlets are bowling or

wingboxing. Crazed bunch!

 

Computer freezing

Everytime I basement scroll

Bandwith overload?

 

Need chiropractor, 

yogi, acupuncturist 

for our MOD-wrecked necks!  

 

Mr. Blinky Star

How I wonder who you are.

Betelgeuse, maybe?

 

 

Freeze frame? Clear the cache!

A MOD's daily computer

glitch doesn't deter.

 

 

Witnessed miracles,

thanks to a Royal with a

soft heart for barn owls.

 

Song Lyrics redone

 

Up On The Roof

(with apologies to Gerry Goffin & Carole King)

 

When this old box starts cramping my style 

And fuzzy owl butts are just too much for me to face 

I fly way up to the top of the roof 

And all my cares just drift right into space 

On the roof, it's peaceful as can be 

And there the world below can't bother me 

Let me tell you now...

 

Ledgeling In Your Own Time

(with apologies to Carly Simon)

 

 

Well I have known you, since you were a small egg

Back when Molly used to say, "Well my Max is gonna grow up

And be some kind of mouser someday."

 

Then you venture out like Elvis and squawk with the owlets in the box

Your mama would say to you,

"This isn't exactly a show biz flock."

 

But you're a ledgeling in your own time

A hero in the flash lights

Teasing talons catch the starlight

But a ledgeling's only a lonely owl

When he branches alone.

 

Wesley's Night

With apologies to Kool & The Gang... 
 
Oh yes it's Wesley's night, and the feeling's right. 
Oh yes it's Wesley's night, oh what a night... 
(Oh what a night) 
 
Oh yes it's Wesley's night, and the feeling's right. 
Oh yes it's Wesley's night, oh what a night... 
(Oh what a night) 
 
Wes, y'owl got one 
First flight that's special everywhere 
From New York to San Marcos 
It's Wesley's night, and y'owl 
the feeling's good...

 

 

We Are Family

 
(with apologies to Sister Sledge)

We are family
I got all my MODsters with me
We are family
Get up ev'rybody and preen!

Ev'ryone can see we're possessed now,
As we chat away.
(FLY!) and we fly just like owls of a feather
I won't tell no lie
(ALL!) all of the people around us they say
Can they be that obsessed?
Just let me state for the record
Watching Wesley fledge is the very best...

 

We are family
I got all my MODsters with me
We are family
Get up ev'rybody and preen!

 

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