Pathways
Where pathways probe the lonesome place,
And foxes tease with tails to chase;
Rabbits crouch beneath the hedges,
And grey mice play amongst the sedges.
Frogs that squat on rocks in streams,
Croak their songs to pipe their dreams;
While butterflies drift where faeries hide,
And sunbeams dance while shadows died.
Beneath the scented boughs that hang,
To cover hill where bluebells rang;
The lithesome deer with downy fawn,
Flick their tails and now are gone.
A raccoon sits with lonely musing,
Looking with care his food for choosing;
And floating through some jaded dream,
A blue jay squawks her rowdy scream.
Along the path where willows weep,
There hides a nest where owls sleep;
And perilous flight of fleet winged swallow,
Chases light within the hollow.
Silken threads that spiders spin,
Gives hope to catch the fly within;
And squirrels that look with elfin glance,
Perform in trees, their spritely dance.
Across the meadow shadows creep,
Inviting rest, to summon sleep;
And crickets sing their evening song,
To say good bye to a day that's gone.
Copyright © Elizabeth Wesley | Year Posted 2011
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