I SIT AND WAIT FOR MY PREY, PERCHED IN A TREE WAITING TO POUNCE
BIRDS CHIRP ALL AROUND, BUGS CLICK THEIR PINCERS BENEATH ME
I LISTEN FOR THE SOUNDS OF MY PREY
A BREEXE RUSTLES THE LEAVES
A FEW ACORNS FALL TO THE FOREST FLOOR
THE BREEZE TURNS INTO A LIGHT WIND
I AM DISTRACTED BY THE WIND NOW
I LISTEN TO THE CRACKLING OF THE LEAVES
WATCH THE SWAYING OF THE TREES
I AM DISTRACTED BY THE TREE NOISES
SO DISTRACTED THAT I DO NOT KNOW
I DO NOT REALISE THE SILENCE THAT HAS FALLEN
NO MORE BIRDS CHIRPING
PINCERS NO LONGER CLICKING
IF I HAD NOT BEEN DISTRACTED I WOULD HAVE KNOWN
THE SIDES HAVE CHANGED
THE HUNTER IS NOW THE HUNTED
IT WAS OVER AS FAST AS IT BEGAN
A FAST DROP AND SUDDEN STOP
LEFT TO DIE I WAIT FOR THE END
LISTENING…..LISTENING TO THE WIND IN THE OAKS
A BEAUTIFUL SOUND TO ME
YET MY GREATEST WEAKNESS
MY OWN PERSONAL DOWNFALL
LISTENING TO THE WIND IN THE OAKS.