I listened to the talkings of wind rustled trees

I listened  to the talkings of wind rustled trees
Jubilee Trail poem
by Dan Windisch 7/3/16

I listened  to the talkings
of wind rustled trees,
the who who hooting of owls
far away,
the clop clop clopping
of my shoes on the trail.

5 rabbits hop hop hopping,
2 deer gently, grazing, gliding.

One deer looked up,
looked me straight in the eye,
then returned,
to grazing.

0

Leave a Reply