Sound Check
I listen to the howling of the wind
hear not her cries
know not her pain.
I listen to the roaring surf growl
as it devours
the fleeing shore.
I listen to the serenade
sparrows welcoming
a rising sun.
I listen to the baying
moonstruck
wolves.
Yet hear
only life’s
reverberating chant.
©3/25/2018
submitted to – LATE MAR 2018 STANDARD CONTEST
sponsor – Brian Strand
Copyright © John Lawless | Year Posted 2018
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