Deer are barking
across the setting sun
a world apart
through the long grass
climbs the fig tree biblically
taking the slender boughway
over the hedge top
in the path
yellow feathers strewn
oriole flutes an elegy
for lost kindred
in the gold of morning
laid by the path
an offering to the night fox
are gone by morning
25 thoughts on “From dusk to morning”
Thank you! It was a beautiful evening and a lovely morning.
A murderous night 💜
I bet most of them are!
Yes Nature is harsh 💜
I still think we are harsher with our industrial meat farms and abattoirs 😦
Oh! Yes indeed, I just was not thinking along those lines 💜
I know you hate that too 🙂
Life, death walk hand in hand 💜
I love the image of the Biblical snake. (K)
Something I knew some snakes can do, but I’d never seen it before. Spectacular and wild.
Such lovely images of the hours between dusk and morning–the oriole fluting the elegy. I love the biblical snake, too, but I want to hear a bunch of barking deer!
Thank you! I don’t know what the problem with the deer was, but they were barking from two different bits of woodland.
The snake was incredible. I read they can climb trees but I’ve never seen one do it before. I climbed the tree trunk, slid along a branch and did what the squirrels so, going from tree to tree and across the top of the hedge.
I just read something yesterday about “flying” snakes. Is that what it looked like? It sounds incredible. Though I’m not sure I’d want to be too close. . .
It slithered up the trunk and out onto a high branch, then the front part reached out to a branch of the next tree and the rest followed. It wasn’t flying, more like bridging, a flying buttress 🙂 I was imagining us in the hedge chopping the brambles out and what would happen if one dropped on our heads…
I’m picturing “The Scream.” 😀
You probably wouldn’t be far wrong 🙂
Hey, you got the whole story, all important history inside this small poem. 😉 Beautiful. Michael
Thank you 🙂
:-)) You too, Jane! Wonderful thoughts, for bringing the brain to jump to higher spheres.
When the cat and I had a more-or-less fenced-in yard, I let her out and it was her pleasure to present me with half-animals. She looked so satisfied.
I’ve never heard a deer’s vocal sound. Whenever I’ve encountered a deer, we stare at each other then go one direction and another. I have heard a fox’s cry but only in a certain British mystery series I like to watch on television.
The Biblical climbing of the snake sounds phenomenal. I’ve only seen snakes on the ground or on the water. And I was introduced to a snake once by a naturalist. I found the snake remarkable to touch.
Well, sorry to go on. Your work is certainly evocative.
Thank you. All this nature is new to me. I never paid much attention to it when I lived in the countryside as a child. Roe deer bark rather like dogs, but on a single note. It’s an alarm call but these were at it for ages, back and forth.
The snake was incredible, and also a bit unsettling as we’re often in the hedges trying to free up some of the trees from the smothering brambles.
I wish cats wouldn’t do that. The half-rodents Trixie has left just beyond the porch are still there. The whole corpses have all been cleaned up so I suppose they didn’t go to waste, but I really hate it when she kills babies and just dumps them.