Summer evening on the land

The evening chirps of turkeys

are almost as refreshing

as the coolness that hasn’t come yet

(though I expect it soon)

— something like the sound

of bright cold water drops

I know enough by now about their language —

this chirping is the dialog of mom and chicks:

I am here and you are here —

let’s gather in this place

and call it home —

we are safe when we are here with you,

you are safe with me

They’ll fly up later into trees,

the mama birds will spread their wings,

the chicks will snuggle in.

The cooling night will magnify their coziness,

its quietude a lullaby for them.

©Wendy Mulhern

July 23, 2018