In the silence of the evening…
I can hear a bird of prey
calling into darkness,
sotto voce,
sotto voce.
Hidden from all vision,
folded wings around,
protected but alert
to quiet noise,
quiet noise.
Covert operation,
camouflaged to kill,
he bides his time to fly, ascend,
to soar,
to soar.
Whispers far below
dart his eyes to view, blinking
readiness to prey pursue,
once more,
once more.
Nothing follows then,
I cannot hear a sound,
a hush descends upon the soul of dark.
It’s alright,
it’s alright.
Then I close my eyes to sleep,
silence follows silence,
a fog, a chill around.
all through the night,
through the night.
Sotto voce begins again,
plaintive in its plea
and comforts me again.
The night’s
alright.
Loved this one, kind of moved like a chant in my head. I have a thing for chants it seems. 🙂
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Strangely enough, that’s what it felt like in the writing. Maybe I’ve got a thing for them too! 🙂
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Well you know birds of a feather and all that! 😉
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Clever! 🙂
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Beautiful poem. It gave me chills at one point but them lulled me later. A wonderful ride. Thank you 😊
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Thank you, Susan. I’m so pleased you enjoyed it and hope the chills were worth it. 🙂
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Sharing the emotions you pour into your poetry is always worth it 🙂 It helps broaden the outlook for me also.
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Thank you, Susan. I’m glad when anything I write touches.x
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lyrical splendor – you are gifted, Anne Marie
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You fill my eyes. Thank you so much, Paul.x
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