Steeped in nature,
Eavesdropping –
Mass flutter of wings
erase trickling rustle
of falling leaves
Sparrows on a lark
on pine branches
Call of the crow pierce
the babble of the creek
Unseen scurry under dried leaves
sends a shiver up my spine –
Eavesdropping halted!
Pat R
1/29/19
For dVerse Poets where the poem of choice is the Quadrille (a 44word poem) and theprompt word is ” Steep”.
Beautiful lines
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Great word play!
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Thank you.
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I like all those little scenes of nature… eavesdropping sounds nice.
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Thank you.
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they do go so unnoticed, indeed they are eavesdroppers, love how you made them known now!
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Thank you😊
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Fabulous 🥀😎
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Thank you Donna😉
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Nice! The sounds of nature seemed to be competing for your attention. This was pleasing to the ear.
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Thank you, it was.
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Wonderful whirring of life around you, chilling shift from observer to stalked… or just startled by a squirrel. Once I was hiking with my young son and sweetie at Callaway Gardens, we heard a rustle under the bushes, and leaned down to peer across the trail under the growth to see a little black bear face looking out at us. Made our hearts pitter patter and feet turn about smartly the others direction. Your poem brought me back those 15 years to that day.
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Wow!! That would give me double pitter patters, but..that must’ve been the coolest thing to see in person.
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It was cool
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I like those first two lines associating being in nature with eavesdropping.
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Thanks Frank.
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Listening is a lost art. (K)
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