Dragons in the Gum Tree Grove

We Wake the Buzzards

We wake the buzzards with our talk
as we walk the lane along the grove.
Some, nightmare-raddled, croak and wake.
They shake their dank wings, and shower
fog from the moon-forsaken leaves
on our heads.  We laugh and run, and stir
the neighbor dogs from dreams of game
running before the hunter hounds
of canine hero tales.  We hear
the moon sigh for her shattered calm
as dog tells dog the fearful sounds
that broke sweet sleep's security.
We stop to kiss where the pathway bends
as the moon restores serenity.

Next Poem:  The Frog Dream

Return to the Poem Circle Page

Updated last on:  2001/06/03