Impatient Listener

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