Meadow Lark

Trill-et …. Trill-et!

I hear the call of a meadow lark

on the balmy September air.

Trill-et …. Trill-et!

I bent my ear, intently listening

to its trilling tale.

Trill-et …. Trill-et!

And lo to behold,

as the moon glimmered

beyond the trees and the

last rays of light

kissed the sky a solemne

good-night,

The crickets chimed in,

the barn owl screeched

of its wise ole’self, while

the field mice scurried along.

Trill-et …. Trill-et!

And the meadow lark keeps

it’s vigil ’till the light of dawn.

Trill-et …. Trill-et!

cc 1990 Kathy Challis

#poetry #meadowlark #lark #bird

 

 

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