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SYMPHONY OF THE WOODS
I
meander through woods
along
a beaten pathway in North Jersey
and
the music begins immediately
There’s
chittering of crickets
and
the cacophony of other insects
that
are hanging on to life
until
the frost, which will come soon
Leaves
rustle in the trees
some
whoosh past me
as
they fall to the ground
and
there’s a crunch
of
dry ones beneath my feet
I
hear an occasional snap of a twig
and
the scamper of squirrels
or
chipmunks, a raccoon
or
field mice scurrying unseen
up
and down tree trunks
or
frolicking in the dense brush
There
may be hidden deer or a bear
Some
sounds I cannot identify
Birdsong
completely fills the air
all
kinds of birdsong—
chirps
and coos
and
warbles and squawks
I
even hear the flutter
of
wing flaps
Tying
everything together
is
the faintest whistling in the breeze
that
feels something like tinnitus
ringing
in my ears
but
it’s not unpleasant
All
the sounds blend together
into
Nature’s symphony—
a
serenade to my spirit
as
I stroll
Maude Carolan Pych
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