He sits alone and in silence
Atop the silver birch
High above the forest floor
Watching with attentive eyes
As moonlight flirts playfully,
Shadow dancing among the many
Silver branches
At the heart of the forest,
The brook chatters endlessly
Of adventures through mountains
So high their peaks are lost in
****** clouds, of underground
Rivers raging unseen beneath
Valleys filled with first
Spring lilies
The weary critters gather
To lap at cool waters,
Ignoring the incessant babble
As they keep a wary eye
On lurking shadows
High above, his sharp eyes
Glimpse outlines in the darkness,
Hidden shapes imitating bush
And fern, almost motionless
Yet moving
He utters a single sound,
A whisper barely audible
Above the ceaseless chatter
Of the brook
The hunters arrive and
Sniff the air, traces of
Prey still lingering,
But the trail grows cold
The brook continues to regale
The night air with tales
Seemingly unaware
They are no longer listening
Seemingly unaware
They never were
Aug 31, 2014
Aug 31, 2014 at 3:05 AM UTC
He sits alone and in silence
Atop the silver birch
High above the forest floor
Watching with attentive eyes
As moonlight flirts playfully,
Shadow dancing among the many
Silver branches
At the heart of the forest,
The brook chatters endlessly
Of adventures through mountains
So high their peaks are lost in
****** clouds, of underground
Rivers raging unseen beneath
Valleys filled with first
Spring lilies
The weary critters gather
To lap at cool waters,
Ignoring the incessant babble
As they keep a wary eye
On lurking shadows
High above, his sharp eyes
Glimpse outlines in the darkness,
Hidden shapes imitating bush
And fern, almost motionless
Yet moving
He utters a single sound,
A whisper barely audible
Above the ceaseless chatter
Of the brook
The hunters arrive and
Sniff the air, traces of
Prey still lingering,
But the trail grows cold
The brook continues to regale
The night air with tales
Seemingly unaware
They are no longer listening
Seemingly unaware
They never were
