Waiting, whispering
wild wings catch the warm moonlight
breeze during sleep.
Quiet the hunter
guards blossoming, fledgling dreams
adding silver lines.
Protect the sleepy
hatchling, nestled close to home,
nature's living hearth.
Watchful guardians
nudge gently to life towards
white, wide, waiting worlds.
Catch, descry, get
an earful of every word
whispered gently near.
Screech, howl, scream, loud yells,
thoughts and visions to the world,
share living beauty.
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3 comments:
I'm thinking of putting these on a baby blanket. Probably crazy:)
That would be a great idea, Anne!
Although the "screech howl, scream, loud yells" part may not be a soothing message on the blanket, I sure do love it in the poem!
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