Snowy Owl Poem

Note: I've been rather MIA lately, at least in the blogging world. For a whole 3 months (gasp!), you have not heard from me. I apologize for that, and assure you I am alive and well, still living on Earth. Anyways, on with the post.

An Untitled Poem About Seeing Snowy Owls

the rocky dirt path stretches out for miles
dotted by determined photographers
with their $3000 cameras
complete with 40x zoom
I am armed with only a $300 camera
and a 14x zoom

they wear camouflage winter coats
and heavy wool hats
I wear sweatpants
the wind zips right through

every camera lens, expensive or cheap
is focused
on the majestic white blobs
accented with black
they are the snowy owls

their eyes are curls of mascara
their fluffy feathers oversized down duvets
a head swivels around
and looks me in the eye

i hear a series of clicks
as one of them takes flight
flashes burst out
all eyes on the owl
but then it lands
and after a moment’s pause
eyes turn away

eagles and hawks and herons fly by
the papparazzi doesn’t even notice them
because all eyes are on the owls
the majestic snowy owls