when the chirrups stop – April 27


things suddenly go


sharp crisp quiet

at the sludge pond


when the chirrups stop,

the spring frogs



something is there.


fox, coyote, predator

perhaps a human

has stepped too close


all bird trills, peeks,

shrieks stop.




a large brown

shadow bulked hawk

swoops across


into the still.


until a swivel head

around, orange

treacle beak stare,

and flight


and sound reappears.


a brave small

voice, joined, joined

again. and the chirrups



Danger, Will Robinson.

here, there. but not



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