Poems of compassion dedicated to the non-human animals who share this planet
with us and the people who fight for them.
I wish I could hear you sing
in daylight or moon time,
those songs you spend time on
in that ultrasonic realm
(along with sonic if Alston),
redolent of birdsong
either way.
You are spirited ones
looking for love,
the ones conversing
with neighbors,
allowing each other turns
in conversations of life,
letting yourselves be heard,
song syllables and syntax
changing to social context.
You are the songs, yes,
of the mountains, songs
of the forest floors
songs of the little heart,
soft mystery of mice
that you are.
ŠLynne Goldsmith, 2020
Image by Sue Rickhuss from Pixabay
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