Poem: Sequoia

Way up high,
Serene and free,
Upon the great Sequoia tree,
A song performed so gracefully,
Can Amuse the Eagles, Hawks and Condors,
Confuse the surly Owl who ponders,
And soothe the ragged Wolf who wanders hungry, hunting, endlessly.

Stabilized with elegant perfection,
The Robin rests atop her perch,
Able eyes yield keen detection,
They scour, scan, survey and search.

Dancing superbly from limb to limb,
She wields her seductive frame and head,
Glancing surely down at him,
To reveal stunning shades of brown and red.

Anticipating the great pale light,
That leaks through trees like blades of white,
The hound awaits til time is right,
To sing his lullaby of night.

Nestled in her luscious lair,
Sedated by the cool night air,
Awoken by a sound she wonders,
From where this howling lyric thunders.

Examining the forest floors,
She spies a stray of brownish gray and elects to make some passing soars,
Gliding by she sees the him there, submissive stance and glance adores.

Like a graceful falling leaf she lands,
Feeling no imposing threat,
Just giving in to his demands,
Composing a sweet and soft duet.