dean langmuir


The howl

downwind the coyote

it quites fowl

upon their waters

joins and drifts between the shores of silence

waning with the moon.


The loon,she cries

before she dives

bobbing offspring ripple,as they dine the 

dawns delights.


The geese

they goose

their goslings

thru the reeds,that feed and shelter

tiny feet they web the minnows

as they eat.


The owl

hears howls of wind and fauna

only it can see

the deer,turn a ear

to the scent within the whispers.