Earthen Essence

Outside, a nocturnal pitch lays in prostrate pose,
Over the earth
Fireball orbs fervently fizzle, full
On the sun’s hearth.
Outside, the hoot of a horned owl,
Haunting in hollows, hums
Beside the furrowed brow of night.
Veiled in the fox hole, paws thump.

Daytime resonance, a cock crow at full blood.
Pitter patters of petite pillars,
Underpinnings disproportionate.
Freshly laundered flutters of vestures,
Caudated pennons,
Inordinate.

And oaken soldiers oscillate in a coned patrol at the flank,
Their segmented sprigs ornamental, She-oak dense, a cloak of preservation.   

Inside, a slender digit scanning, skimming,
Skirting pulpy pages,
A siphon of acumen,
The sentient seed of life.