January 28, 2026 by margaretsmn
I’ve been walking a different route recently and have seen this weird owl in the neighborhood. Let it be your muse today. In the comments, write your own small poem and encourage other writers with your comments.
Today I’ve chosen a tricube form. Three syllables each line, three lines per stanza, and three stanzas.
Tree stump owl
wise without
words spoken
Sees everyone
walking by
winks through shells
Remember
where you go
who you are
Margaret Simon, draft
Our address on the Bayou Teche
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Reflections on the Teche 
Hooray for a snow (ice, really) day here. I’m able to wake slow, have coffee and play in my notebook.
What an interesting sculpture! I do like the shell eyes. And, I love the playful way that the sculptor saw the stump.
How about a cinquain?
Oh owl,
bird of the wood
Teach me how to walk good.
Give me patience and your ways to
be wise.
I’m happy you have the time to play today. Thanks for writing!
Oh how I wish owls could impart their wise ways. Happy snow day!
Margaret, your poem has a bit of a spooky feel to it that I love. I borrowed your idea of the owl seeing everything and responded with whimsy:
To the Owl Watching As I Walk By
With eyes from the sea
What do you see?
A algae tree?
A crabby bee?
A sandy flea?
Or maybe…
Just me!