Day Two On April 2, 2022

…”And now for our daily prompt (optional, as always). Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem based on a word featured in a tweet from Haggard Hawks, an account devoted to obscure and interesting English words. Will you choose a word like “aprosexia,” which means “an inability to concentrate”? Or maybe something like “greenout,” which is “the relief a person who has worked or lived in a snowy area for a long time feels on seeing something fresh and green for the first time”? https:www.napowrimo.net

Here’s my effort for Day 2

Glacitate, Crocitate, Cucubate, Never Pupillate

This vernality, I wish
to be multiscious on the ways animals
voice their concerns and welcomes.

As the goose glacitates, and the ravens crocitate,
I listen for the owls, hope to hear them evenings
as they cucubate in the tall trees along the way.

Early mornings, in years past, my open window
welcomed in the sound of a nearby rooster, as he cucuriated
to welcome the rising sun. These days, by the feeder,

there are sparrows, juncos, grackles and mourning doves
none of them chelidonizing nor glocidating like swallows or hens.

Hereabouts peacocks only pupillate in scary movies.

This spring, I wish
to understand the ways animals
voice their concerns and welcomes.

As the goose honks, and the ravens caw,
I listen for the owls, hear them hoot
in the tall trees by the river.  Early mornings,

before the new houses were built, I’d hear a rooster
call his greeting to the rising sun. These days,
our feeder welcomes sparrows, dark-eyed juncos, grackles

and mourning doves, none of them chirping like swallows
nor cackling like hens. In the distance, at evening, from river’s edge,
the simple serenade of Canada Geese, as they settle for the night.

They tell me all is right in their corner of the world.

Carol A. Stephen

April 2, 2022