A Morning Walk Nocturnal

Today’s poem is a gathering of notes I recently lifted from my journal…about the sights and sounds I had the other day on my morning walk…nocturnal. From the moment I stepped out of my door…in voices loud and strong…a symphony of crickets greeted me with song. And I must applaud their stamina…for no matter how much their lungs were stinging…through the entire length of my walk…those crickets kept on singing. How wonderful for me…on this morning promenade…to be accompanied every step of the way…by a cricket serenade. As I walked under a street lamp I encountered in my sight…the fluttering of moths who, like me, were attracted to the light. I did my best to warn them, "Fly away!" I said…."Go back!"…because the bats were right behind them…looking for a snack. Looking past the bats and moths…with the crickets all in tune…a blanket of clouds floated overhead back-lit by the moon. A misty rain began falling from the clouds in raindrops soft and light…just enough to quench the thirst of the flowers blooming in the night. I could hear the ocean in the distance and as I felt a morning breeze I noticed a family of rabbits playing in the shadows of the trees. As I was finishing up my early morning circular commuting…in the tree in front of our house a horned owl started hooting. The owl asked me if I had a nice walk…”Why, yes I did! I said. Then the owl wished me good night as he headed off to bed. Which makes me wonder what sights and sounds will end up in my journal… Tomorrow and the next day… as I take my morning walks…nocturnal.