From yesterday
Spring songs of Red-winged Blackbirds
Don't know why
Many have left for the south already
One cricket
Or possibly some other chirping insect
Spring Peepers
Calling again and again
After a summer of silence
One hoot
From a far away owl.
2 comments:
I like this poem, OW.
Finally got around to checking my blog. Thanks for your comment. So sorry I was so slow to get your comment posted and in replying!
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