Night's Battle Cry
Do Awake, My Glory
Cry after cry
He is heralding in
The night.
A call to arms
Of all of his
Nocturnal brethren.
They ready themselves
For the fray of
Those dark hours.
Life and death
Between the passing
Of the suns.
“Come, my people!’ Says he,
“Be now to thy defenses
Against they who
Would see you as
Little more than
Prey or prize.”
In the final twinkle
Of daylight
The chorus builds
Owl, cricket and Coyote
Begin their battle hymn
In the war of life
That rages through
The landscape lit
By stardust and cosmic rays.
Crescendoing to a deep
Silence in the long hours
Just before the warm embrace of dawn.
As the stars begin to
Wink out of existence
A new cry goes out.
Thanking those souls that
Braved the long night.
Welcoming the
Arms of the daystar,
And all who dwell under
Her tutelage.
Do awake, my glory.
So awake, O stringed instrument; you too, O harp.
I will awaken the dawn.
Some months ago, I was traveling and took an hour one afternoon just before sunset to sit by the pool. It was hot, but pleasant and nice to just sit and think. In the distance, a bird started to squawk. And the cry went on and on for many minutes. I wondered what the bird was in want of as there was no answer to the call. The longer I thought about it, the more I came to the conclusion that it was not a random sound, but some effort went into the creature’s song. ‘What,’ I thought, ‘would cause a bird just as the sun was setting to put so much energy into what seemed like a futile effort?’
It then occurred to me that perhaps it was a public service message to all of those fellow denizens who are effected by the change from day to night. Like we who punch a clock need the work whistle to tell us when to tap in or out, stop or start lunch or the child that requires the school bell or they would always forget where and when they should be, I like to imaging that the animal kindgom has its own set of bells and whistles to alert those who need to know what time it is to go to work.
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