Wild Act

Woods the home of animals &birds Winds, storms, &predators are unpredictable Night & day- vigilant &valiant Never to ignore any sounds &smell Guarding the young ones is a major task Guiding them forevermore to power play Loving them is a great feel Losing them is a wild melancholy Weather is a crystal clear picture Which reflect the mood of the predators Never know, when the hunger calls Notice no “pathos”- only “prey” Greenery a so called coat or protector Gloaming is a shield & a supporter Light dims, danger grim Lied down like a frosted form