A Perfect Find
Calm is a creek--also a BUBBLING brook.
Creek fits better for crooked is its path.
Journey unknown, yet no hesitant look;
TRICKLING on, it SPLASHES stones in a bath.
Above, an owl SCREECHES, BUZZING bees prowl.
Ladybug SIPS nectar in tiny SLURP.
Baby bear, covered in fuzz, starts to HOWL,
drinks from momma then issues a loud BURP.
Breeze WHISPERS poems, jays HUSH all CHATTER,
leaves softly RUSTLE their thrills in her song.
Raindrops begin: so gently they SPLATTER
on leaves RAT-A-TAT while singing along.
Could this be heaven? In daydreams, it could:
a bird choir CHIRPING sounds of silver BELL.
Dreaming mid tangled plants and oaken wood,
finding myself again 'neath summer's spell.
CRACKLING with magic, it's my perfect find.
Does it matter it dwells but in my mind?
July 2, 2022
for Onomatopeia poetry contest
by Emile Pinet
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Copyright © Ann Peck | Year Posted 2022
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