In the Forests of the Night

December 20, 2007
Snapping branches
Whispering trees
For all who walk here
Listen to these

Words of caution
Of all kinds
Left to fill your fragile

It whispers softly
Never heard
By anyone but save
The bird

That flies by night
Swooped down low
Hooting and howling
To save a blow

It whistles and whispers
Words not shown
By anyone
Yet still known

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