All the creatures are out tonight
The forest swoons and slips in and out of real Light blues at the periphery Things squeal Or whistle The forest lurches with each observation In the dark Leaves and branches Are cracking Crushed Brushed By these Beings They are closer tonight The moon is dark They know when I am listening close And stay quiet mostly Layers Of life They climb And crawl And carefully walk Food Shelter Water Life is moving in the forest shadowly They have found the outcast flesh They are speaking to each other, these people, in sounds I do not understand I am listening and feel the noises move through me tickling my sense edge The sounds reach the tiny hairs on my neck before they enter my ears I can feel you there All around Closer than before Talking - but silent now that I am listening close. The air sits cool and moist against my skin. I am an impatient listener Comments are closed.
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