Sunday, 15 November 2015

I hear the 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 sorrowed 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 shattered sleep at night

tired in the evening
exhausted in the day
depression grips the dead inside,
he has a peculiar way. 



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