Cry after cry He is heralding in The night. A call to arms Of all of his Nocturnal brethren. They ready themselves For the fray of Those dark hours. Life and death Between the passing Of the suns. “Come, my people!’ Says he, “Be now to thy defenses Against they who Would see you as Little more than Prey or prize." In the final twinkle Of daylight The chorus builds Owl, cricket and Coyote Begin their battle hymn In the war of life That rages through The landscape lit By stardust and cosmic rays. Crescendoing to a deep Silence in the long hours Just before the warm embrace of dawn. As the stars begin to Wink out of existence A new cry goes out. Thanking those souls that Braved the long night. Welcoming the Arms of the daystar, And all who dwell under Her tutelage.
Do awake, my glory.
So awake, O stringed instrument; you too, O harp.
I will awaken the dawn.
Last month, I was traveling and took an hour one afternoon just before sunset to sit by the pool. It was hot, but pleasant and nice to just sit and think. In the distance, a bird started to squawk. And the cry went on and on for many minutes. I wondered what the bird was in want of as there was no answer to the call. The longer I thought about it, the more I came to the conclusion that it was not a random sound, but some effort went into the creature’s song. ‘What,’ I thought, ‘would cause a bird just as the sun was setting to put so much energy into what seemed like a futile effort?’
It then occurred to me that perhaps it was a public service message to all of those fellow denizens who are effected by the change from day to night. Like we who punch a clock need the work whistle to tell us when to tap in or out, stop or start lunch or the child that requires the school bell or they would always forget where and when they should be, I like to imaging that the animal kindgom has its own set of bells and whistles to alert those who need to know what time it is to go to work.
Wow. This concludes another long meaningless post by Miggy. Hey, thinking of renaming this substack to: Miggonometry (The math of existence as calculated by the heart). Any thoughts? Dumb idea? Does the word look too much like Misogynist?
