When under crisp clear skies
Whispers of distant howls,
Reach ears somewhere in the night.
Their song of life, beginning as one
Each voice joining another
Until as ONE, a full harmonious chorus
Only to fade and start anew
For hours without falter.
Fear not the heard and yet unseen
And dream a perfect sleep
Guardians they are, to travelers alike
That follow paths like thee.
And with the dawn, remember their song.
As eyes watch from the trees.
C ‘89 photo: Jack & Aimee c'99
RK McLean
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