Deep In The Wood

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.

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Morning Glory

11 Mexican Wolf

The rains were cleansing anew forest green

Birds melodic feed on spring magic grain

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We realize here today we are visitors

In world around their natural dense lairs

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We might build and structure lives around them

We always know animals eye a gem

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Stay far away amidst humanity

Instincts speak aloud, no frivolity.

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We are but simple folk to imagine

We might belong as ours this land lived in

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Sounds of forest scrapes in trail with bird calls

Above the range we hear nightly hoot owls

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In nature’s world exists in every breath

A spoken rule to be on task or death

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Might step in, a bird of prey, or snarl

Deep within the wood we hear the growl

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I have human instinct to seek early shelter

Let the lands around me quiet enter

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We will trust those colleague with minds nearby

While in the wood lessons, important simple cry