Night Calls
Of all that is nature, I admire…
the song of night is best.
The frogs and birds and insect writhe,
the breeze in trees undressed.
Do you hear the whistling train,
the sounds of far off laughter?
Can you cull the lullaby sung...
the peace that we’re all after?
The hoot of owl, the bark of dog
the crackle of a fireplace
The whirl of wheels on roadway
as homeward fathers race.
The creak of steps, the tone of clock,
the call of wild cats mating,
each tone rings loud upon the ear
of man, as sun’s abating.
So, I long, for the deep dark night,
when sounds are few and cautious,
when dreams flit by on fluttering eye
about our loved ones, oh so, precious.
Poet:D. Guzzi
Date:9/27/11
Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2011
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