Strange night cries
from behind the trees
fluted trills
tease curious minds
awed by the unknown.
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As spring progresses night sounds become louder and more mysterious. We are never sure what we are hearing. Often the sounds seem too loud to be frogs or crickets. Could they be birds or baby coyotes we wonder? With no naturalist on hand we live with unnamed presences.
©2017 Ontheland
Ontheland 
Your poem evokes feelings of the mysticism of the night forest.
Beautiful.
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Love night-time sounds and I love your poem. We used to hear coyotes a lot but since the area has built up so much, you don’t hear much of that anymore. Occasionally we will hear owls or a bird trilling.
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Beautiful
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Thank you
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“curious minds” is the key! This reminded me of the frog chorus I heard yesterday as I walked next to a slice of very soggy prairie.
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Foxes’ cries in the night. Our version. Your poem said it just right.
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Thanks Claudia. We have foxes around here… maybe it’s them …
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‘Awed by the unknown’…this is what makes us curious and slightly nervous about the nightlife in the forests, never quite knowing what is out there! Lovely poem, Janice and this spoke to me as for the past few evenings and nights the wildlife seems busier than ever and I’m never quite sure what is going on! 😀 No coyotes, though!
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Thank you Annika. Your comment reminds me of camping when you never know what is nibbling or scratching near your tent.
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A lovely poem to appease curiosity Janice. Have you checked any natural sounds apps. We have ones for frogs, birds, mammals etc
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No I haven’t delved into natural sounds apps…I ‘ll have to look into them. Thanks, Denis
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Excellent! 🌹🌹🌹😎
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Thank you 🙂
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