The Savory Smell of Silence

The silly bird with frizzled back

Couldn’t fly for feathers lacked.

Would talk and squawk and carry on

From late at night to break of dawn

He’d wake the cows, the ducks, the sheep 
Not a single creature there could sleep 
Because that bird thought he could croon 
His head cocked back, he’d belt his tune 
 

At first all thought he’d go to sleep

If they asked nicely, his silence keep

But no, the more they pled

The more he sang to their dread

He'd shake a leg and sway his hips

With scratching nails on metal skid

And wail off-key on rooftop tin

And raise the hair on head and skin

The farmer's wife would bolt upright

In panic from this sound each night

And jar her husband and shake him up

“Do something with the blasted cuss”

His hearing was a wee bit dim

So wasn’t much annoyed by him

But cock had drawn his final straw

He had tested the limit by waking Ma

So up she sprang and donned her coat

Picked up the axe to cut his throat

Swiftly she reached the barnyard dim

Climbed up and grabbed a hold of him

A smile lit up her face just then

First Silence heard in who knows when

One final song was heard so fine

With savory, silent, soothing lines

A pleasant, restful, bubbling song

For Frizzle cooked in oven warm

The smell so beautiful and clear 
Cooing softly in my ear 

The Clositoths

As I was closing the school down one evening. I found a science vocabulary list in the cafeteria that turned out to be from a 1st grader. Some of the words were hard to read because of they were misspelled and phonetic. I really don't know what word some of them were supposed to be, but they sounded so good rolling off of my tongue. I was inspired to use them to create a mythical place and set of creatures. It was so much fun. This may start a series of fun and non-desert poems. I love to read this one out loud and it always makes me smile. I hope it will do the same for you. I have to thank a 1st grader for the inspiration for this poem.

The Clositoths were small as grapes

with fiery hair of red.

They’d sneak and creep on hands and knees

creating fear and dread.

On Neptinunae’s jagged peak

they’d circle round and round

to gather crystals azure blue

from off this sacred ground.

They’d eat Vinune' with their hands

and smack their lips with glee,

and dance Nearsala’s buoyant song

as high as high can be.

Then plan with stealth

their sneak attack upon unwary foes

and tie with strings and careful knots

their unsuspecting toes.

They’d wait in silence with sparkling eyes

and grins spread miles wide.

Then tickle with a feathers’ breath,

then slip away and hide.

The victim would raise an eyebrow thin,

but ne’er open and eye.

Then reach a hand to scratch a toe

never knowing he’d been tied.

The long last moment finally came

waking from endless dreams.

The Mevema stirs- and trips,
on tiny knotted strings.

The laughter peels from a thousand throats.

The victory had been won!

The Clositoths mischievous plan

was wondrous secret fun.