And Sounds.
Taking a bucket of compost out tonight, I hear the coyote on the distant ridge.
Slow, deep-ish, near bark-like the first set-- almost like a large breed of dog, maybe a distant neighbor. But then another in the triad, higher pitch.
Then the third, removing all doubt.
Two nights ago this presence announced itself--much closer to our back stairstep, thank you-- 'midst our human conversation.
I went back out as soon as I could grab my herb pipe, hoping to toke whilst listening to the choral. Alas, only the neighborhood dogs seemed to have any current ear... But, the stars were out.
Mars is strong in the early morning sky. Seems befitting, what with Aries coming up astrologically and Mars astronomically current, high and strong in the early morning hours.
So I listen to the sounds. The song of the coyote, the Trickster, yes, still ringing in my ear. And the silence filled with an owl in the distance, and of insects coming alive and of the sky trying to stretch up and out and burst forth from the very night it must needs...
Even now, as This Strange Bird heads to bed, another in the woods is as well confused by this whole daylight savings thing, singing lone away...
Salinte, folks.
Cygnus
Textile; cotton; ca. 1850s.
1 day ago
5 comments:
This is so beautifully poetic! Kudos.
My sentiments exactly. Livia Indica just said it before I could!
love.
...me thinks is one of yer better posts Brother...(.02)
I know this is your song...and I also know my song, we could be related thru the sounds of the night. Listen I do...Hear them I can!
Have a great day......
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