Woodland Words
Night filters sight and sound
into caves of awareness
where owls and nightjars
clatter, where timorous creatures
forage and snuffle.
The forest has gathered here
for generations, it has its own language
ground through layers of nocturnal
sentience.
In the silent cabin they interface,
trace resonations between the unseen,
lull me into a deep-listening.
The night lends meaning
to each arboreal sound
as root and branch intone
their ancient prayers -
sounds that later turn to words,
an arboreal poetry
that reads me to sleep.
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