Racing a dry leaf
Down a wind-swept, winding road.
The moon bears witness.

Ahead, in the glimpses of light
Pushing through the clouds
Small trails in the dew.

Dark, tangled foliage
Arches over patches of
Road, obscuring forest
Sounds.

A jagged tree trunk
Marks the entrance to the glen.
Leaves cover the path, undisturbed.  

Within the valley, a sudden cloud of birds swirls in the
Cool evening wind.  Rushing of wings.  
They soon settle back in the glen, masked in darkness.