A Kestrel’s Music

It starts with you
underneath the sun at dusk
the only noise you can focus on
your languid breathing
while the hot wind
curls into your nostrils

your slow and steady breaths
give the beat for the rest of nature to imitate
her winds offer a sweet and watery whisper
blending her breaths and your breaths in an airy duet
and then you hear the musical arrangement
that mother nature arranges

you become the conductor
of your movement
with your deliberate, languid winds

and when there is a pause in your rhythmic breaths
to savor the sweet scent of summer
the kestrel's song plunges into the orchestra
his shrill, sharp notes form a soloist
in a flurry of feathers and beaks

while the moon rises, opening her pale eyes
as she sways to the rhythm of Earth

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