Solocrow — One Crow Against the World

Owl Meditation

Posted on September 6th, 2007 by solocrow.
Categories: Dead Poets, Generic Blatherings, Images.

Here’s a sketch of mine from this morning. It didn’t scan well, but I don’t particularly care, and it’s unlikely that I’ll finish it. Although I’m considering doing a mindless sort of meditation on birds like this every morning. Here’s some owl related material for you to enjoy, since I appear to be somewhat at a loss for words today:

Song — The Owl

I.

When cats run home and light is come,
And dew is cold upon the ground,
And the far-off stream is dumb,
And the whirring sail goes round,
And the whirring sail goes round;
Alone and warming his five wits,
The white owl in the belfry sits.

II.

When merry milkmaids click the latch,
And rarely smells the new-mown hay,
And the cock hath sung beneath the thatch
Twice or thrice his roundelay,
Twice or thrice his roundelay;
Alone and warming his five wits,
The white owl in the belfry sits.

~ Tennyson

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The Owl and the Grasshopper

An Owl who was sitting in a hollow tree, dozing away a summer’s afternoon, was very much disturbed by a rogue of a Grasshopper singing in the grass beneath. Instead of keeping quiet, or moving away at the request of the Owl, the Grasshopper sang all the more, and called her an old blinker that only came out at night when honest people were in bed.

The Owl waited in silence for a time, and then artfully addressed the Grasshopper as follows: “Well, my dear, if one can not be allowed to sleep, it is something to be kept awake by such a pleasant voice. And now that I think of it, I have a bottle of delicious nectar. If you will come up, you shall have a drop.” The silly Grasshopper, came hopping up to the owl, who at once caught and killed him, and finished her nap in comfort.

~ Aesop

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