Morning’s quiet stillness is pierced
a single screech at first
then an accompanying cry
then several more calling back
No nightmare though
starts this cacophony
no half-remembered dream
or lingering desperation.
This dissonance is external
this clamor not held within these four walls.

As I wake early, turning my gaze to the sun
I take a moment to quiet my thoughts
to learn how to separate myself
from the discord.


5 thoughts on ““Caterwaul”

  1. Nice intertwining of the images of quiet–the stillness, the “half-remembered dream”– and the references to cacophony and dissonance; it’s very nice work.

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