the wonders have surely begun.
tonight, i hear woodcocks twittering
and whimpering above the field.
a lone spring peeper piping weakly
at pond’s edge.
a screech-owl trilling softly
from forest next to my friend’s house.
nocturnal magic, purely felt and smelled.
at dusk, i had noticed a robin alarming;
me-wonders now if he had seen the little owl,
peering from a tree hollow, anticipating
sweet moist darkness.