Song From The Wood

When other birds are still, the screech owls take up the strain, like mourning women their ancient u-lu-lu. - Thoreau

last night

in the defunction of night

darkness my sight

the moon as a night light

you awakened me with your sweet song

echoing through the trees

ushering truth, peace and serenity in times such as these

your song fragrant like myrrh

i had no need to ask who you were

i needed no clue

because i knew it was you

launching a peaceful coup

serenading me with a song from the wood

from the center stage of that branch upon which you stood

as a shooting star, i wish you would return for an encore

of your presence, i'm in need of more

for sure

because i know you could

because you should

in your feathered hood

your hoot-toot-toot does me good

oh how i pray that you would

Author's Note

"I rejoice that there are owls. Let them do the idiotic and maniacal hooting for men. It is a sound admirably suited to swamps and twilight woods which no day illustrates, suggesting a vast and undeveloped nature which men have not recognized." - Thoreau

Reviews

[Lara]

Pete, this piece resonates deep and vivid, like an incantation in the A-minor key.
Really spiralls in, but envelopes, too - with those long vowel sounds looping with serenity, framed in that ever alluring world of nature (and what intriguing spirit permeates there).
Much to appreciate here.
Thank you for sharing.

[Thomas W Case]

Superb work. You nailed it.

[Pete]

happened last night, better than a dream. thanks twc.

[Arundass TP]

Beautifully written nature poem focussing night and sound. Loved it

[Pete]

thanks so much for sharing thoughts.

[Arundass TP]

Welcome friend 🙏