Rooster's of the Forest
Crickets- the roosters of the forest
As they chirp in the early morn...
Their echoes travel across the fields and through the greens of the hills
Their voices smothered by the sounds of the raging rivers, lost and silenced from the sounds of water splashing and white capping
Swallowed in the mist
Dew covered leaf's shine as the morning sun rises
Their drips- wettened rocks, pebbles, and stones
Soon to be evaporated as the sun grows tall
High above, the eagles soar
Vulnerable to their talons- the weak and crippled unfortunates
The early birds get the worms
Life as usual carries on throughout the day
Squirrels chasing each other, deer walking quietly on paths...
and ants and bees work like slaves for the queens
When darkness nears...
the roosters of the forest again sound the alarms
The owls hoot...till the sun shines again
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