The raven glides overhead, calling.
Not a creature stirs.
I wait in the forest solitude.
Suddenly I hear “chickadee-dee-dee.”
Life is stirring.
The frost melts in the warm sun.
The squirrels start chattering
the hummingbirds are darting
and the bees are buzzing.
But I must move on.
I’ve arrive in a jumble of noise
in the urban forest.
Does it invade your mind?
Or soften your fear of missing out?
Clatter, clatter, life is stirring!
The city is the enveloping hive
for the bee-like people
who come and go
gazing at their phones
far from the field and forest
Consuming ever more,
we can’t turn back.
We grasp for solutions
as populations struggle ever more
and the raven glides overhead, calling.
© 2018 Larry Kilham