I did hear a scream,
It wasn’t a city street
A forest it would seem
To hold so many sound
The wind had calmed
Now in the distant mystique
A cry could be the sound.
An animal I would surmise
Caught in the moonlit stars
A bright horizon left exposed
This creature of the night,
Was simply pre-disposed
To use the carrying sound
To warn the world around.
Haven’t really known a way
Beyond the cover of my chance
I’m listening to the ground,
Yet only when I’m told
The locks have been changed
No new keys to be found,
You’re on your own, is Man.
A creature wild in the deep would
Forever find solace what calls wood.
