In the still of the night, the sounds that I hear is the rushing of the waters from a creek that is near.
High in the treetops, I hear the hoot of an owl, as he visualizes his surroundings, as he sits on his bough.
Off in a distance, I hear the grunt of a bear, as he rustles through garbage, then growls, his message…beware.
Suddenly, I hear a high pitched sound, it is the cry from a possum, a raccoon chasing it on the ground.
Then the wind blows, I hear it racing through the trees, as it bends the branches and jostles the leaves.
There is music in the air, it is the song of a sole bird, chirping as if it were morning, its voice wanting to be heard.
The howl of a coyote now can be heard, sending fear in the air, squelching the song of the bird.
Now complete silence I hear, calm reaching a new height…I continue listening for sounds, in the still of the night.
Annette (Wengert) Tarpley