Thursday, April 14, 2011

Swamp Sounds

Tree frogs sing on the night wind,
the same wind that plays
the long, thin fingers
of palm fronds
like a bow
massaging
the carefully tuned strings
of a cello in the hands
of a master,
and whispers words of love
in the nooks, bends, and whiskers
of creaking southern pine.

The staccato flap of hungry bats
answer repeated queries
from restless great horned owls,
nocturnal guardians of the forest,
dining themselves
on the less fleet of foot
until dawn interrupts
the quiet rhythm of the night
with the rumbling yawn
of a massive reptilian bull
who slips silently
into his tannin stained world.


By David Roth
© 13th April, 2011
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