Tuesday, 17 February 2015

An unkindness of ravens




Walking through misty fields
A kestrel screeches in despair
Or so it seems in the distance
An unkindness of ravens circling
Darkness is falling along with the drizzle
The cloud of starlings dances
Nature’s going to take a nap
The army of frogs is ready to take over
When the day is peacefully turning into night
And the voices quiet down
While some sounds still echo on over the lochs
The last skein of geese flies over
Time for the night owls to appear

© KH

2 comments:

Gattina said...

Very nice poem !

Kati H said...

Thank you Gattina :)