LJ Idol Week 12
In the quiet of the morning dark
They rise.
Coffee is on to brew.
There’s an excitement in the air
Serving as a better catalyst
To wakefulness
Than caffeine ever could.
Equipment is loaded,
Gas tanks are full.
They are ready to go.
The field is
Wide,
Vast,
Empty.
Decoys are placed,
As breath breaks the stillness
With puffs of vapor.
Blinds are entered,
Now the wait.
Harvested cornstalks
Glisten, pale with frost
As the sun’s fire breaks
The horizon, slowly melding
With the azure sky.
Wildlife awakens
Performing morning
Ritual.
Birds sing,
Deer make their way
To water,
Stopping to nibble on
Fallen kernels of corn.
Ducks and geese fly overhead,
Too far.
Calls are employed
To entice them closer.
Few are fooled.
Shots are fired
When one comes close.
Pellets fly wide
And fowl fly on.
Whispered conversation
Fills the enclosed space
When flocks are not above.
Old stories
Retold for the thousandth time.
Laughter resides
Among fathers and sons.
The skies become quieter,
The sun at its zenith.
There is no harvest today.