Restless noise
The nights are noisier,
owls under the eaves,
the shrill shrieks of a fight
and the restless tides of the wind.
The days are noisier
with jay and magpie squabble,
and the piping of finches
fills the trees by the house.
I wonder, do the wild things
regret the summer too
and see in the thinning leaves
the failing of the sun?
Restless noise The nights are noisier,owls under the eaves,the shrill shrieks of a fightand the restless tides of the wind. The days are noisierwith jay and magpie squabble,and the piping of finchesfills the trees by the house. I wonder, do the wild thingsregret the summer tooand see in the thinning leavesthe failing of the sun?Read MoreJane Dougherty Writes
