Late night calls
And I don’t mean with a phone to my ear
Listening to the dull voice on the other side
The whistle from deep within the forest
Calling to me
I wanna go where my roots call
Deep and embedded in the earth soil and soul
We’re rooted to the tile inside forgetting what it felt to hear the crunch of leaves beneath each step
The crickets chants we’ve forgotten how to listen to
The owl hoots and shoots us a glance
We’ll never spare second glance
The leaves tussle and Russel sharing secrets of the unknown
Beckoning and calling back to the woods tonight