Sunday, 17 DecemberThe draft from the barely open window cools my back. I listen to the the barn owl call his mate back from her dawn hunting.The back doorcloses lightly and I hearthis morning’s fire wood tumble into the box. There is just a tinge of pink light on the tops of the trees. Enough …
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Eavesdropping
EavesdroppingI hear, I overhear,I listen to the swallows, the creek, a truck climbing the hill.their songs collide and spill over the dam of my ears.I hear the dawn song of the birds, the dusk songof the little frogs, the night songs, all the night songs. Owls call to their mates and trees creak as they …