Out there
in the tranquillity of my night forest
there is a squeak
of a small animal
or bird
or frog.
I hear it above the intermittent swish
of tyres on the distant highway
and the gentle zing
of crickets below my window
and the deep contented breathing
of the dogs at my feet.
And I need to share the squeak
of the small animal
or bird
or frog
with you.
(14 September 1986)
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