Creative Writing#34

pitter patter in the barnyard
lonely echoes of animals
race through the valleys
and fields
callling out for
a warm hand,
a new friend
a satisfying meal
to get them through the day
grass sways in the evening
as the wing gently
dances by
and brings
the perfume of flowers
down the valley
and lightly touches the earth
and the skin and faces
of the people as well as
the fur and faces of animals
the hills are alive
with the sound of music
the sound of birds
the sound of animals
the sun sets
upon the tired
and the cows come home

1997