When I First Stir
The morning’s calm; It worries me
To hear unbroken ave chatter
Sound jubilantly through the boxwoods
At my window; What’s the matter?
Usually when I first stir,
Nature has been hushed by the dread
That humans give it abundantly,
And it soothes me to know I’m not dead.
But crickets and frogs lullaby me,
And there’s peace in the air at night
Since my neighbours haven’t argued for days.
I hope that they’re all right.