a morning in the forest

“a morning in the forest”, by silvercharm

April 12, 2008

 

the call of a loon

echoes back and forth

in the chill before sunrise

crying so soon

through the thick grey mist

cloaking the sleepy valley

and placid lake

disturbing ducks and grebes

slumbering in the reeds

not yet awake

an owl stirs

leading to a cacophony

as more chime in

the blackbirds

and harlequins then mallards and geese

forming an unexpected symphony

a who’s who of a band

in concert with each other

in the midst of the wild

a remote hinterland

 

 

just as abruptly

hungry coyote cubs

howl their demands

which unnerves a nest of peregrine falcons

grumbling for fresh grub

which is broken

by piercing shrieks

of ravens cawwing for order

there is a dramatic moment

of peace and silence

then the world returns

to the many warblers

the timid chirps

of the black-capped chickadee

and ruby-throated hummingbird

the serene low twitters

of the mountain bluebird

and the pleasant sopranos

of the marbled murrelet

lilting melodies

smooth and perfectly suited

for a morning in the forest