Sometimes I feel like curling
Myself into a little ball
Like a pet mouse in a cage-
Burrowing beneath fluff
Pretending not to be seen:
I sleep in the hollow of a tree-
Like Winnie the Pooh.
I awaken to little water crowns
Splashed by drops of autumn rain.
The filtered sun-rays flood
Through the trees while blustery
Winds spin dry the golden leaves.
Tiny piccolos of bird song fall
On hungry ears.
The forest begin to display its
Hidden tapestry of life
The finch, warbler and thrush
Join in madrigal performance.
The white-tailed fawn lifts its
Head out of the balmy mist-
Followed by diverse creatures
Scurrying across nature's floor.
Little white flyers swarm and
Swirl against the silkened beams
Of light. Golden sun slides break-
Through the clouds.
The shadowy dusk hastens against
The day and the joyful sounds of
Nature begin to fade away - I
Hear dark voices coming my way.
As I look to the sky I see sprinkles
Of light. Silver, stitched stars
On a blanket of night.
A cell phone rings -
Heavy metal bangs -
Sirens scream -
Rapping rappers rap.
I go to the counter - refill
My cup - say to myself -
"I guess it will do 'til
God shows up."
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