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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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