Terry L. Allen Poet Choka

Days End

an indian flute
                                        echoes across the valley
                                            as twilight decends

                                          creatures of the light
                                   now seek shelter for the night.
                                         a horned owl ascends
     
                                         the pace of life slows
                                   hunters of the night now roam
                                         looking for their prey

                                         the air fills with dew
                              as moonlight peeks through the trees
                                      night's replaced the day

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Kash Poet May 15, 2012 at 9:44 PM wonderful imagery in this poem.I can feel the calmness.Loved it. Terry L. Allen May 15, 2012 at 11:00 PM Thank you so much Kash so kind of you to say. Have a blessed day. TLee

Deborah Burch April 29, 2012 at 7:53 AM TLee, you have been where I live...lol...and heard me playing my flute out in the woods for the great owl who calls for his mate in the night....I love this girl!! makes me want to unwrap my flute and venture out into the woods again...Big Hugs, love~deb Well Done :) Terry L. Allen April 29, 2012 at 8:09 AM I had soundscapes playing on my TV lastnight and a native american was playing a flute. There were birds calls in the background and my mind took off and this is where it went. Thanks for the kind review Huggs TLee

Brenda Victoria Northeast April 29, 2012 at 5:59 AM Ahh I can hear the sounds of flute and feel the descending night and howls of the creatures of the night, awesome, thank you for sharing Terry, Blessings, Bren Terry L. Allen April 29, 2012 at 6:05 AM Hello so glad that you enjoyed my little piece. I bet you would get a kick out of a poem I have called Awe Shucks or even Vexation. I think you will find them a bit different. May someone spill laughter on your doorstep and it infect your whole day. TLee

Elliott Bowe The Drunken Poet April 29, 2012 at 2:38 AM Very well written dear,once again xoxoxo Terry L. Allen April 29, 2012 at 2:55 AM Something clicked for me tonight as I popped out with 2 rather decent poems if I do say so myself. Thanks Elliott for your kind words . Have a wonderful day hon. Huggs TLee