The Forest

Wow this feeling can take you away, to a place without trouble in the middle of May, the grass is green, the sun is bright, the rustle of leaves make the birds take flight, the river is quiet, the water is blue, the squirrels are nutty and the owl asks “who”? but as the night approaches and the moon is up, try catching stars in a bowl or a cup, as they fill to the top, you can’t help but say, “these insects are beautiful, lighting the way”, and the moon comes alive, it is bright in the sky, as you hear the moths flutter, and the bats start to fly, the mountain lion sleeps, while the cubs fight, and the crickets are chirping at the peak of the night. The rustle of bushes, the crunching of leaves, the scuttle of creatures climbing the trees, the wolf is howling, it calls to the pack, it caught a fresh scent and is starting to track, the rays turn to silver, the woods fill with light, the fox burrows deeper, bundled and tight. The shadows start to creep, critters start to crawl, you are hearing strange noises and your hair stands up tall, again you hear noises, then the owls start to flutter, your blood runs cold as the wind starts to mutter. After, you see shadows darting back and forth, as the only light you have is the star to the north, the animals start to hide, they make their disguises, and the forest quiets down as the sun rises.