when the chirrups stop – April 27

4.27.2015

things suddenly go

quiet

sharp crisp quiet

at the sludge pond

 

when the chirrups stop,

the spring frogs

freeze.

 

something is there.

 

fox, coyote, predator

perhaps a human

has stepped too close

 

all bird trills, peeks,

shrieks stop.

 

there.

 

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

restart.

 

Danger, Will Robinson.

here, there. but not

now.

———————-

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