The Wild Camera

We caught glimpses of life at night Frames of frozen activity impressed on screen Walking on the shore, a fox splendid in form, tail led by body A deer underway, seeking, a night time explorer There at the bird table, drawn to the feast a rat takes seeds Then a squirrel, red fur, tufted ears poised, tail bushed Joined by a bird, all in silence, there is no sound Just images of a life as we sleep, lost in our slumber The world continues, turns, alive in a miniature play It is wonderful that as we leave the day behind and rest We hand on the night to another collection of lives, it brings a continuity Until once more, this baton is given back to us as we wake Able to catch a glimpse of what passed by in the darkness of the world around us Watching a night on film