My special time in Marseillan is over but echoes remain:
Dusk
Doves cooing
loves old sweet song
Cicadas
squarking their voiceless chorus
Small birds
chirping all day tidings
Elegant,
upstanding seagulls
Mourning
their lost fish-feasts
Night
Foxes shriek
their piercing warning
A scops owl cuts into silent space
with its sharp sonar sound
Swifts
quarter the wide sky, midnight blue,
soundless on
the wing.
Later
Hedgehogs
scuttle out from under
dry green
hedges
Swifts
quarter the wide sky space
in darting silence
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The Scops Owl bleeps in the night
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