Music over the mountains.

There's a celebration somewhere over there and I was not invited,
so I wrapped myself in misery and overnighted in the forest,
here the wild boar roam free or as free as one can be and I settle down to snuffle,
they snuffle too in empathy.

The owl's still here hooting as if to welcome me back home and the woodpecker's still tapping out a message to the tree or maybe it's a message that it's trying to send to me.

It's early and the dawn has yet to break, but the dawn breaks here so quietly as if it doesn't want to wake those sleeping.

I'm awake, he spoke, and yet as woke as he was he wasn't because he was still dreaming.

and in the kitchen which is as yet still cool
two flies doing a samba or maybe just playing the fool.