i have been lulled by the serene, by cloud dappled cerulean, and green by the scent of honeysuckle, fresh cut blades of grass, by rose petals stretched open wide, drenched in dew by birdsong at dawn, crickets and peepers at dusk, the sun and the moon chasing each other day to night, the stars granting wishes before fading from sight…she is a beguiling mistress, nature, it’s easy to forget she has a dark side; a cycle of life, daunting for those low on the food chain… usually efficient, she sends the buzzards to remove remnants of untimely death from the forest floor usually, but not today as i happened upon a tiny shank of fresh meat, fur still clinging to exposed bone, undeniably of rabbit, nestled in pressed down clover, beautiful green, the sun shining, a soft, fragrant breeze rustling the leaves and all i could think was how grateful i was not to have witnessed the brutal carnage that happened here under the trees, my heart breaking for that poor creature, emotions flooding my soul, heart breaking for all manner of suffering as the world grows darker by the day remnants of untimely carnage left in the open forcing us to see, no longer kept hidden behind closed doors or in the shadows, life is not all rainbows and butterflies and there are not enough buzzards, what magnificent creatures they are, to sweep away the bloody mess we’ve made of things, not nearly enough
~kat
As luck would have it, it was raining when i recorded this melancholy poem… or maybe it has nothing to do with luck. 😉
Oh! Kat this was so touching to read. Then I saw you had recorded it for us too. So I stopped and listened too. It was even better and yes the rain adds to it a perfect serendipity 💜✨
Oh, what wondrous verse, albeit tinged with a sadness and regret, beautifully read, and with that gift of rain as a backdrop. A gift much of the world is sadly lacking, adding to the effects of man’s sad neglect of our beautiful planet. We are lucky to see buzzards nearly every day and sometimes we can hear them but not see them. They mingle, and play on the thermals, shouting down to tell us of our stupidity!
Sometimes while i am working at the computer ( my day job ) the sunlight streaming in the window grows dark for a brief few seconds. It catches my attention and when i look out i see those beautiful buzzard shadows gliding across the yard. Always on the job, what a wonderful service they provide! I’m thinking it was a messy hawk that dismembered that young rabbit, leaving one of its legs behind…as i said, so happy to have missed that scene!
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August 6th, 2022 at 2:39 am
Oh! Kat this was so touching to read. Then I saw you had recorded it for us too. So I stopped and listened too. It was even better and yes the rain adds to it a perfect serendipity 💜✨
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August 6th, 2022 at 7:42 am
My favorite word … serendipity!!! 😊 I love when things fall together just right. Thank you dear Willow. 💚
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August 6th, 2022 at 10:31 am
Always a pleasure Kat👌👌
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August 6th, 2022 at 11:08 am
Oh, what wondrous verse, albeit tinged with a sadness and regret, beautifully read, and with that gift of rain as a backdrop. A gift much of the world is sadly lacking, adding to the effects of man’s sad neglect of our beautiful planet. We are lucky to see buzzards nearly every day and sometimes we can hear them but not see them. They mingle, and play on the thermals, shouting down to tell us of our stupidity!
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August 6th, 2022 at 11:30 am
Sometimes while i am working at the computer ( my day job ) the sunlight streaming in the window grows dark for a brief few seconds. It catches my attention and when i look out i see those beautiful buzzard shadows gliding across the yard. Always on the job, what a wonderful service they provide! I’m thinking it was a messy hawk that dismembered that young rabbit, leaving one of its legs behind…as i said, so happy to have missed that scene!
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August 6th, 2022 at 2:14 pm
Nature can be cruel, but I wouldn’t want to be without it!
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August 7th, 2022 at 2:31 pm
Kat, what a beautiful, melancholy poem! And to hear you read it made it even more beautiful! Thank you for sharing this with us! Blessings to you!
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August 11th, 2022 at 7:35 pm
Thank you Gayl. I am learning to enjoy reading my poetry out loud! 😊
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August 12th, 2022 at 11:33 pm
Lovely read and lovely write, Kat. I enjoyed the buzzing of cicadas that went along. 🙂
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August 13th, 2022 at 7:51 am
Thank you Kitty. it’s hard to find a completely quiet place where i live, but i love the wild ambiance! 😊
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August 14th, 2022 at 6:20 am
Yes, the wild ambiance is lovely. 🙂
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