Moonlight serenade—
 
an owl swoops down from the oak
 
to embrace a mouse.

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so many questions
 
for stones and oaks and blackbirds
 
so great the silence

 
 
 

I hear your rasping,
 
crow in my neighbor’s oak tree—
 
or is it the wind?

 
 
 

The next-door neighbors,
 
just home from Cuba, kindle
 
a fresh fire of oak.

 
 
 

Long before daybreak,
 
an owl in the backyard oak
 
tells me its secrets.

 
 
 

Rain, relentless rain!
 
A crow high in the oak tree
 
curses every drop.

 
 
 

From my neighbor’s oak
 
a crow with a strident voice
 
keeps harassing me.