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I hear the Woodpecker

The sound of a baby crying

baaing of a sheep

gentle sound of snoring while

you lay asleep

 

A rustle in the treetops

thundering of the rain

whistle in the chillin' wind

cuts through me once again

 

Darkness is a torture

as if I were but blind

exhilarating journey 

of a hazardous kind

 

The hooting of an owl

a Squealing of a bat

a scream of captured rabbit shrieks

when caught in a foxes trap

 

wonderous sounds of life

delightful adrenalin fright

fill my world with peaceful joy

when I cannot sleep at night

 

tired in the evening

exhausted in the day

depression holds, I'm dead inside

what a peculiar way. 

 

 

 

◄ Moonlit Lake

Hated but Loved ►

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