Drums and hums trance*
as my pen traces
fixtures of pink eroded clouds
as the mount tops explode
to expose the Chamois
The old rocks melts
on the bridge under where
picturesque horizons
meander on scaled slopes
that overturn marvel with wit
The greenery of the forest
and the sound of the bears
evoke my ears
to hear as the rhythm
rapture to capture
The sky diminishes
as the melodious stars
parade and trade
their glorious mystery
of the lost rulers
The Lynxes spotlight
their padded claws
and ***** attentive ears
to hunt, count and punt
*on the paced ranges of the Carpathian
