9.5.13 With Morning Came That Sense of Fall

With morning came that sense of Fall

The hint of a shift;  clear, brisk on skin

A small song about summer passing by

Here , the mosquitoes  thankfully come to an end

Small clouds of other innocent someones

Cluster in the yard, ruffling in the midday air

The Hawks begin their gathering time

Calling out, all day, greeting and preparing

And just this evening  far down in the darkened back field

Comes the  yip yipping of  coyotes;

they wander in closer,  ancient instinctual preparation

Young ones, older ones, nearing the season

Of cold and hunger and the test of abilities

On the telephone wire  a crow feeds their young

One surviving;  fluttering  small effervescent feathers

With their request; and as I watch

I wonder how it is humans think that

Only we have challenge