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Sounds in the Night

A Poem by Caprice

 

May 2010 Issue

 

An airliner, lonely, speeding through the night sky,

     Strobe lights flashing high among the stars

            Muffled whine of jet engines trailing

                        Fifteen miles behind.

 

Mournful, sighing, night winds

     In tall pines, topmost branches

            Canada geese honking southward,

                        wedge-wise in the night.

 

A chortling, chuckling congregation

     Sandhill cranes

            Settling in the meadow.

 

Night calls, bull elk, young, challenging and bold,

     Echoing in the foothills,

            there above the road.

 

Frogs, springtime chorus, singing

     in the wetland by the river.

 

Doppler effect, horns pitching higher and higher

     Night trains on approach,

            Then, their horns toning lower and lower

                        crossing in the distance.

 

Cascading white water, nighttime melody

     Resounding somewhere below,

            In the steep canyon.

 

 

     Then, that memory of a nighttime, long, long ago. The steep canyon of Giraffe Creek in Wyoming , mounted on my little Appaloosa colt, with a heavy laden pack string in tow, returning in the darkness to our remote camp.

     On that trail, nearing that limestone cliff above the narrow stream, his ears suddenly alert, my little pony froze in every muscle tense beneath my saddle. Quietly, I stroked his neck to calm and to reassure. Still, he refused to take another step.

     Then to my ears came those muffled sounds… so strange, somewhat like a small engine idling at a distance, chugging, faintly fading, quiet, then returning as before. After moments of coaxing, we scampered by.

     Sometimes later, safely snuggled in my warm bed, my thoughts returned to those tense moments near the shale cliff. After breakfast next morning, with warm sunshine in the mountain air, I saddled up and returned that one-half mile down the trail. I tied my little horse to an aspen by the creek and climbed to the ledge above.

 

     There among the rocks lay the scattered remains of a small fawn deer, its pelt with white spots still. It had died to satisfy a ravenous appetite, the hunger of that mountain lion that had been lying above our trail the night before.

 

Night sounds?

 

Midtown Manhattan , the din of nighttime traffic,

     Droning, throbbing, pulsating, a city alive

            In those deep dark canyons lying far below…

 

Somewhere, the chirrup, chirrup, chirrup of a single cricket in the shadows.

 

And now, tonight, angelic cooing from cupid lips

     Of my tiny great-granddaughter cuddled,

            Peacefully sleeping in my arms

            Bringing heavenly comfort to my soul.

 

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