Trill-et …. Trill-et!
I hear the call of a meadow lark
on the balmy September air.
Trill-et …. Trill-et!
I bent my ear, intently listening
to its trilling tale.
Trill-et …. Trill-et!
And lo to behold,
as the moon glimmered
beyond the trees and the
last rays of light
kissed the sky a solemne
good-night,
The crickets chimed in,
the barn owl screeched
of its wise ole’self, while
the field mice scurried along.
Trill-et …. Trill-et!
And the meadow lark keeps
it’s vigil ’till the light of dawn.
Trill-et …. Trill-et!
cc 1990 Kathy Challis
#poetry #meadowlark #lark #bird
Welcome to KatChallis.com' 