Summer's first katydidssawed their songs
last evening, and this morning's
hermit thrush warbled
a three-note refrain.
On the music of their wings,
my father returned
in memory: sculptor
of cicada shell jewelry,
whistler of a three-
note family call,
trilling "I'm home!
Are you?"
2 comments:
What a lovely sound memory! I'll share a sound that I heard this morning. While trying to do my centering prayer in the back yard, an angry squirrel hollered at me from the top of the fence. We were interrupting each other’s morning activities-- lol!
Gotta love those determined squirrels!
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