Day 296 – Saturday, March 4, 2017
Winter Dew Drums
She looked outside, frustrated, drumming fingers on the wall,
This winter was the longest one in years she could recall
Tired of waiting for the sun, sick of layered clothes,
Done with watching, sitting back, in days of long repose
Dancing rain and sprinkles, dripping fore her entryway,
As if to spite her longing, for the sun to go and play
Eager for some action and some warmth to do her trade,
To dress the grass and forest floor, with dew on every blade
She wondered where the shrew had gone; he’d not been round in days,
She missed her furry rodent friend, and wondered where he stays
Days gone by, she’d looked in all the places that he’d been,
And doubled-back to check them twice, then did it once again
Restless now, she grabbed her pouch, broadleaf upon her head,
And wandered out into the muck, for ways she could be fed
Surplus dwindling, nearly gone, and tired of seeds and nuts,
She foraged for some tasty sprouts, and snipped some perfect cuts
Without a sign and nary sound, of favorite forest chum,
She crept back towards her burrow, feeling blue and slightly glum
Then eagle chortled in a tree, while searching for her lunch,
Which brought a smile to Dew’s face, as now she had a hunch
Whistling to her feathered friend, she waved her slender hand,
And down Delilah came with grace, to rest upon the land
She settles down her mighty wings, a wonder all could view,
And sure enough, in feathers warm, there grinned the wily shrew
You little sneak, scoot over; how’d you get here without me?
Delilah laughed and flew up high, so all of them could see
The sound and sea were shrouded now, with gloom and drizzly rain,
But now with friends and company, it lightened load and pain
A sense of twitching muscle told them, hang on for dear life!
Diving, snatching salmon, from the waters pure and rife
Then landing on the rocky shore, where shrew and Dew dismounted,
To share this bounty amongst friends, with stories they recounted
‘Till finally they had finished; smiles, laughing, stomachs sated,
And waved goodbye to one another, when the rain abated
She watched them fly and scamper off, away and out from sight,
And mused that such a wrong start to a day, had turned so right…
© Maureen (Mo) O’Brien
C U Tomorrow,
-Mo