Intrusion
When pale pink shows itself
above the eastern rise,
the concert begins,
slowly at first,
but more players arrived yesterday,
making the music swell today.
Each tree hosts one or more musicians,
perched on branches,
unseen in early dawn.
Curious
and desirous of more,
I venture into their midst.
The melody suddenly changes,
no longer sweetness,
but now a cacophony of anger.
I’ve been noticed.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
