there where dark is sleep among the tall pine
forests
a bed of soft pine needles a pillow
the sun and moon kept out
and silhouetted in the morning dew
the current steams in the cool
around the bend forever
makes a curtain
for the dream
the characters the trees
no villians but the
armadillos and possum
the fox the villian
the wolf
who is hungry
?
all of them
and me and you
we have to have nourishment
and play
or I do
I play
I play amongst the teardrop drips
along the cliffs
right beyond the limbs
that hang down
evergreen
in mists
of            
the base of the mountain
we all
are under.