The Cries of WIld Things

Wild Things

The Cries of Wild Things

The hawk’s clear, shrill whistle – cry
cracked the stillness of the woods.
Jolted at first I didn’t know
what the sound was…..
It was like a great mournful shriek of pain,
but then the red tail flew from the trees
into the open air
over the golden fields
and shrieking and crying she made a graceful flight
into the open air
across the next two fields
and into the far off forest.
Her screams stirred deep compassion in my heart
although if her cries were pain or joy I never knew.

the cries of wild things
coyote yelps and howls
the ‘yikes’ of the little frogs,
unmelodious crow caws,
the peep of the hummingbird,
all add qualities of pleasure and poignancy
to this life of ours
if we but listen.

And in thankfulness for these gifts
I will raise my own voice
to cry for the sorrows grieved
and to sing praises for the joys celebrated
in the cries of wild things.

©Carole Fults

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3 thoughts on “The Cries of WIld Things

  1. Cathy June 16, 2014 / 12:34 am

    So beautiful. One of your best, I think. Yes – poignancy is the response to these cries.

    • cfults June 16, 2014 / 12:15 pm

      Hi Cathy – it was so good to see you and take a hike… I miss you madly!

  2. Uncle Tree June 18, 2014 / 1:26 am

    Wild enough, Carole! 🙂 You got the picture.

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