Day 286 – Wednesday, February 22, 2017

Silent Night

So here is one more silent night, with angles on the wing,
While standing guard for pets’ regard, I hear the hoot owl sing
Some nights ring true one solemn loon, who cries her ghostly calls,
And great blue heron chides they who, disturb her peaceful halls

Daylight brings the watchful eye, of eagles close to shore,
Adolescent’s mottled heads, wish crabbers wasted more
And if there is a harvest moon, or storm upon the sea,
Block and tackle jangle and you hear what you might see

But if you’re very quiet, and sit bundled on the deck,
The coyote yips his hither-come, and stops his daily trek
So lay you down and close your eyes, release what you control,
And dream of waters green and blue, and rest your weary soul…

© Maureen (Mo) O’Brien
C U Tomorrow,
-Mo