June 14, 2003


I emerged from sleep, struggling heavily, climbing up toward the edge of a soft concavity of dreams, this odd sound playing over and over above me, somewhere beyond the edge of oblivion. It was familiar, but alien. Then I realized my 'good ear' had been buried deep in the feather pillow, the bad one-- victim of years of chainsaw abuse-- was hearing only the lower frequencies (WhipPa..... WhipPa) muffling the 'oorwill part of each bird breath... WhipPoorWill, WhipPoorWill, WhipPoorWill I heard when I rolled over, remembering that I had intentionally smothered the repetitive namedropping in my pillow, awake well before I was willing to come up out of that soft feathery pit of sleep. Turning a deaf ear is a handy trick, even in the dark.

Posted by fred1st at June 14, 2003 09:29 AM | TrackBack

Whiperwills are one of my favorite birds. I have many fond memories of listening to them at dusk in Alabama.

Posted by: Pegasong at June 14, 2003 09:48 AM

We live on a busy inner city road. Turning a (very) deaf ear is a major factor in going to sleep.

Posted by: Jan at June 14, 2003 06:19 PM

Every morning, the mourning doves start. I've reduced their call to this punctuation:


Posted by: Joel at June 16, 2003 05:11 PM

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