And the forest was silent again…
Splintering shadows creep slowly
across the overgrown footpath
frantic fingers slivering in sinister shapes
Slumbering moon beams cloaked,
abaft of a stately oaken veil,
a canopied thorn and branch woven tapestry
Wallowed whispers cling to cavernous winds
pushing chinaberry stalkers deep
under the cover of moss coated roots
When suddenly…
Underbrush fantasies flourish
behind vine wreathed curtains,
on fallen leaf stages of assorted colors
Foot light fireflies trim the edges
in panoramic illuminations,
flickering to tickle every fancy
Fairies perform pirouettes on tippy toes
Glistening wings flutter, shimmering to the
melodic sounds of hedgehog harmonies
As bullfrog baritones and spider web sopranos,
sing the sweetest songs in the key of autumn
bringing smiles to all of the creatures in attendance
When suddenly…
Far away on the eastern horizon
the faintest specklings of amber appear
slipping through the densest drapes
A great horned owl yawns and blinks,
gazing eyes follow the turning head
as he surveys another day in his life
Sounds of scurrying, bristled brush
echo through now glowing limbs
signaling the end of the evening
And the forest is silent again…