Forest Music,
Conducted by Spencer Creek
dragons swoop,
and damsels swerve.
Cicadas buzz
above
siren sounds
from town,
in tune with the key of creek
Red cardinal calling
Blue jay in the fray
Red squirrel loves to rap.
Tap tap tappy-tap,
a woodpecker, or four,
knocking at the door,
competing with mad machines
lobotomizing the luscious lullaby.
Grackles traverse treetops,
making a mighty ruckus;
Troops storm the creek bed,
taking over the moment.
Squeaking and peeping,
rustling and bustling,
the forest is suddenly very busy
chattering and calling.
Who’s that whistling wanton wishes?
As I reluctantly retreat to rash, brash reality,
brushing off burrs, rebirthing the bush,
I salute Great Blue, standing at attention,
looking for a fishy feast. Then
wondrous wings spanning greatness as he gracefully glides away a w a y...
Finalized, April 19, 2020