In the still of dew collecting
On dying leaves lips
Falling
Chasing after the love
In each drops nutrition
Frogs sing their hollowed ballad
Pierce of silence
As the old owl hoots
A warning to the racing of rodents
Open fields
Standing trees
Casting shadows
Darker than their origins
Silent as the scent of ******
Nocturnal
In the thirst for more
A shadow moves
Yet leaves still a corpse
Clinging to its cape
Whispering goodbyes to this realm
As it walks away
With a satisfied grin