by Sandra Fenton

When the long fingered shadows curl,
Ten thousand hunters in the tall grass
Rise nearly in unison—
As plentiful as the stars.
Their hungry wings’ beating stirs
Neither blade nor frond,
But the whole field sighs,
Giving up legion hearts.

Wind sweeps down the grass and
The hunting party disperses thirsting
For the first blood of the night
To the battlehum of the crickets
And steady drumming of
Frogs below.

A chorus of countless victims
For the hunters
In the gloaming.


April is National Poetry Month and we are celebrating by sharing with you throughout the month some of the poems (and prose) from our own nature themed anthology called NATURAL VOICES: CELEBRATING NATURE THROUGH OPENED EYES. There are 14 authors in the book and one author’s name will be drawn randomly each time we post a poem or prose excerpt from the book until all authors have been represented. Check our news blog regularly for the poem/prose posts.

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