Poet’s Corner: Snowy Owl

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By Philip A. Zentz

Snowy Owl takes to flight

On lumbering feathered wings

Broad in body, white on white

With only a hoot he sings

Vanishing into the snowy night

Not a silent majestic soar

Against gravity he fights

Takeoff, a solemn rumbling roar

Speckled against the world

Eyes sharpened on the prize

Another stormy snowflake

In a wintry snowy sky …

As a young man, Philip A. Zentz worked summers on Martha’s Vineyard, commercial fishing out of Menemsha and building stone walls. A retired carpenter, cabinetmaker and schoolteacher, he now lives in East Bridgewater, but often visits relatives here.