Sunday, April 19, 2015

The Turkey Vultures have ceased their claiming ...

The Turkey Vultures have ceased their claiming of the two dead oaks at the head of the spillway above the bog ... it is decisive now that the woodpeckers can have them by day ... the vultures will have dark dominion over them ... rain from the fields above becomes mouthfuls rushing lust to reach more if it's self ... joining into one as the growing swell and then hover inside ceasing stillness ... the heat of Summer's panting evaporates their clamor clinging to the thickness ... sludge dangles in pod lure moss wads ... once more to find their origins and revival tent freedoms in the rain ... On duty, the two gold sheen hunch back hand maidens, left as guardians ... welcomed my sight and occurrence as I rounded the bend to cross over to the far bank ... at the least fifty more will join them by night fall ... for the nearby barn has become too small to hold their committee and flourish ... for the moment, the pair maintains their hold spying me rounding the bend below them ... the pearl white of their beaks staunch against how brilliant a rose red  their wrinkled faces are in the falling light ... as I thank them for their blessings, their presence being most auspicious, the song of the frogs nearby halts to a sudden silence with my words ... It is comforting to know the wood is awakened again ... preparing for the revels in a few short nights ... Phoebe will soon again be swelling near to full breech of birthing brightness ... all will be well ... to know in the briefest of days our sweet children in snail and skink will be wrestling in the morning leaves ... hunting tender hosta shoots, moss and morsel, blossom and bulb ...
 #NaPoWriMo 11
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