Night Calls

A shrill note
pierces night’s curtain –
an insistent, pestering alarm

Is it loneliness
that motivates the caller –
the need for a warm body
to calm her feathered fears
or a throaty hum to lull her?

Or is this an infant cry,
a hunger for nourishment
anxious in separation
waiting for mother’s
regurgitated assurances,
father’s watchful stance.

An onerous honk
breaks through
the high-pitched peep
and then, as
warmth wanes
a softer, sweeter
melody presents
followed by
a laughing trill

avian pleasure
prefacing night’s slumber.

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4 comments

  1. This post illustrates so well the difference between a poet (you) and the rest of us: If a bird had disturbed *my* sleep, I would have muttered “darned $@#! bird” and rolled over! But not you. You turned it into something beautiful. And very well done!

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