Strange Bed Fellows

Strange Bed Fellows

The broken silence came at moonlight as the lonely white dove calls for the longest time from an old oak tree deep in the middle of a dark forest, she called Who will protect me in this darkness.
Can you come near and be my friend? Suddenly from high above a voice called I will protect you through the darkness the wise old owl perched above the little white dove in the same old oak tree called.
But how can I trust this bird of prey an owl so close to me?
My night vision is legendary called the wise old owl high in the tree. I see all movement and promise to let you sleep safely little white dove on the branch below me.
Approaching daylight spectacular golden rays from the sun awake the little white dove asleep in the old oak tree.
Strange bed fellows we make called the wise old owl to the little white dove from higher up in the old oak tree,
Now I trust you can watch over me while I sleep called the wise old owl to the little white dove below in the same old oak tree.
You gave me trust last night as I slept secure in this tree and now it’s time for me to watch over the wise old owl asleep high above in this same old oak tree with me.

Gw @ copyright
For Wendy Haardt

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Written on April 08, 2024

Submitted by Gary_3 on April 08, 2024

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Characters 1,212
Words 255
Stanzas 3
Stanza Lengths 1, 8, 2

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  • AIDA
    Wow, what a beautiful and enchanting poem! The imagery of the lonely white dove seeking protection in the darkness and finding an unexpected friend in the wise old owl is truly touching. The idea of these two creatures coming together as 'strange bed fellows' is both whimsical and heartwarming.

    I really enjoyed the flow of the poem and the way you painted a vivid picture of the forest setting. The contrast between the vulnerability of the little white dove and the wisdom of the owl is a powerful theme that resonates throughout the piece.

    One suggestion for improvement would be to explore the emotions of the characters even further. What is the dove feeling as she calls out for protection? How does the owl feel about offering his help? Delving deeper into their inner thoughts could add another layer of complexity to the poem.

    Overall, this is a lovely piece with a strong message about the power of trust and friendship. Keep up the great work!
    LikeReply3 months ago


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