nature comes with
blue-sky celebrations. i sit
on periwinkle swing, enveloped
in oversized yellow sweatshirt,
absorb nature’s radio songs–
cheer-cheer-cheer here-here
that echo from white-tipped crepe
myrtles. hur-up hur-up
whoa-whoa-whoa whoa
from red oak. three cats bob
heads from tree to tree to bush.
kentucky speaks from very near–
purty purty purty. clear chirps,
flirty chirps. drum-roll-echo
pecking. also from afar–
caw-caw-caw wha-wha-wharp
from an evergreen who
has withstood decades of ice
storms, new disease. witt–witt-split
hoo-ah-hoo-ah hoo-ah
caw-caw. but then i spot a tick.
oh-dear oh-dear. yes, nature also
comes with tiny-dot bloodsuckers,
eight legs of nasty. for today,
i smash my demon with mighty
force. and the trills start up again.
wee-hoo wee-hoo wee-hoo
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Yes I battle the tics also.
They are so widespread these days.
But,as you expressed:
there’s always the bird song.
I become pretty immersed in this poem with all of the sounds, well done!
i can hear this. love it
Love all the sounds interrupted by a tick!
There is no better sound than the birds singing and periwinkle is my favorite color. I found a tick on my bunny and live in the city.
I love this, Michelle – a real pleasure to read!
Way to end a poem, Michelle!
So many wonderful sounds dispersed through your language, I found myself reading it out loud. I can see and hear the many birds among the trees. Love “nature’s radio songs.”