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.