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I hear a Woodpecker

Hear the sound of a baby crying

the baaing of a sheep

a gentle sound of wheezing while

you lay asleep

 

A rustle in the treetops

thundering of the rain

whistle in the chillin' wind

tears through a shattered  brain

 

Darkness is a torture

as if we are but blind

exhilarating journey 

of a hazardous kind

 

The hooting of an owl tells the

screeching of a bat 

"hear that captured rabbit scream,

he's caught in a foxes trap"

 

wonderous sounds of life

delightful adrenalin fright

fills the world with peaceful joy

 through broken sleep at night

 

tired in the evening

exhausted in the day

depression grips the dead inside,

'he' has, a peculiar way. 

 

 

 

◄ Tinsel

"I'm not putting up with that" ►

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Patricio LG

Tue 14th Jun 2016 22:44

As a child when I once lived in the heart of north London there were woods behind a maternity Hospital, I lived behind them, we would hear fruit Bats, Owls, my neighbours Guinea Pigs being captured and carried away by them and of course rabbits squealing, a powerful orchestra indeed. Now sadly all knocked down, destroyed and houses built upon them. Thanks for your comment :-)

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