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The Cry of the Forest

Poetry By: mustanggirl

Poetry about the realtionships between man and nature.

Submitted:Jul 4, 2010    Reads: 65    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

The lonesome cry of a wolf

The gentle chirping of a cricket

They pierce the silent night like a knife

Stars of the heavens twinkle above

But, little do the wolf and cricket know;

Trouble awaits

The sun comes up on the horizon

Dogs bark disturbing the slumber of the deer

Men with boots, foreign to the forest

Stomp through the underbrush;

Guns aimed ahead for whatever may be there.

Deer run, and crickets silence their songs,

Wolves gather and cease to sing

The forest trembles and waits;

A shot rings out.

Birds fly announcing the arrival of the first speeding bulllet.

Then, all is still.

The echoing boots fade into the distance

Growling of dogs also gradually silences

All is at peace once more

Between man and nature.


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