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A tawny owl (Strix aluco). Français : Une chouette hulotte (Strix aluco). Русский: Серая или обыкновенная неясыть (Strix aluco). Türkçe: boyu 37-39 cm, kanat açıklığı 94-104 cm olan Alaca baykuş (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Darkness still holds its tenuous grip on the world
The sun has not quite risen
The birds are still making their waking sounds
Their songs not quite ready to listen
Yet this early morning quiet
Is not quiet by any means
Nothing is quite what it seems
For cars now swish past
Trucks roar by speeding
And buses scream along too fast
With the motorbikes squealing never heeding
The house that they pass
Where is my soothing dawn chorus
Where is my morning silence
Gone in a heartbeat of hellish cacophony
Which lasts till the night is almost done
Hour by hour, minute by minute
All day long they thunder past
I didn’t ask, so this is my repast
No Godly presence do I find
Just painful noise ringing through my mind
Where thought is shattered
By this ungodly clatter
And I must wait for a few hours of peace
To hear the sound of the ocean’s beat
To let my mind free to roam a while
Before the torment begins its roaring mile.
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If I could wish for just one thing….. well maybe one or two
I’d wish for a farm in some quiet pasture
Where I could heal in peace for a lifetime or two.
image from http://www.jasons.com.au
Owls and Orchids 
I wouldn’t have believed a street could be so noisy – and then the construction started 3 doors down!
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An absolutely beautiful and evocative poem; the scenery of ‘healing in peace for a lifetime or two’ is arresting.
Thank you,
Daniela
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Thanks Daniela,
I would not have believed how much you could cherish the simple sounds of peace, of birds singing and the ocean waves would be beautiful music. I can live without the rest.
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