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