Ashwin and Aditi Baindur
When I go for an evening walk
along the tree-lined CME street,
there is bound to be an interesting creature
or two that I am sure to meet.
An owlet pair are always found
on the signpost of 253B,
from where they are perched in shadow
but the lighted path they can see.
On this road they aren’t quite alone,
I find them on ‘most any tree,
every fifty yards or outside each garage.
We indeed have an owly colony!
The little ones of the field and garden
are welcome guests to their feast -
mice, centipedes, insects, beetles
even snakes and scorpions they eat.
Their house is in in a little shelf
between the rafters and my bungalow roof.
From outside there is very little sign,
some pellets on the floor my only proof
that a quaint little family dwells in my bungalow
quietly along with me
and helps look after my interests
by eating small rodentry.
November to April is their special time,
to start a little family
beginning with four white spherical eggs
the fledgelings away in weeks three.
A noisier pair I’m yet to find
so bold and confident are they,
chirruk chirruk they screech at dawn
and chirwak chirwak ending day.
I like the owlets very very much
though they watch me very closely!
Now he bobs his head, she turns hers around.
I’m sure they also like me!
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- This poem appeared on CME Weekly on 25 Dec 2010. Copyright rests with author.
- Information: Spotted Owlet. (2010, December 22). In Wikipedia, The Free Encyclopedia. Retrieved 14:19, January 2, 2011, from