Poetry – Through My Window

By Andy Mitchell

 

Through my window

something’s stirring, something’s alive.

A cacophony of cicadas and crickets

mimic the composed frenzy of tuning

just before a concert.

A wild symphony plays in thickets

through my window –

an off-white noise with a half-moon twist.

Something stirs, something lives.

Here and there cymbals

crash, descants leap…out

of the din, ecstatic; fire-

flies patrol low-slung skies,

miniature maestros running the night,

batons aglow.      

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