This is a thoughtful post reblogged from Heart Poems, and says something that is so easy to forget as Jan notes, when confronted by mass killings and the terror of them. How seldom we take the time to be in our natural world, so filled our time with the assault of information and tragic news of how the human race is the one most likely to kill its own. This moment, though, I am hearing a chorus of frogs and the solo notes of loons down by the river’s edge. — Carol
Malheur before Dawn
William Stafford
An owl sound wandered along the road with me.
I didn’t hear it–I breathed it into my ears.
Little ones at first, the stars retired, leaving
polished little circles on the sky for awhile.
Then the sun began to shout from below the horizon.
Throngs of birds campaigned, their music a tent of sound.
From across a pond, out of the mist,
one drake made a V and said its name.
Some vast animal of air began to rouse
from the reeds and lean outward.
Frogs discovered their national anthem again.
I didn’t know a ditch could hold so much joy.
So magic a time it was that I was both brave and afraid.
Some day like this might save the world.
At a time like this in this troubled world, my senses are attuned to what might make me remember that life is good…
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Quillfyre 
Thanks Carol, glad you are hearing the ‘chorus of frogs and the solo notes of loons down by the river’s edge’ and sharing that with us all. Jan