Woodland whispers find me in the hush.
Closed eyes lilted with rays of red,
The hollow drains out and here I am
Enveloped by wind and its every brush.
A woodland chirp or breath of fox -
Numb nerves stripped to points
By the unending gaze of owls,
And so the earth below turns to rocks.
Eyes wide open like woodland prey,
A stuttering heart fermenting fear,
A crunch of leaves, a broken stick.
Claws approach from where the shadows lay
Hollow like woodland evergreen
Soul emptying out, on its feet,
Rushing and turning like mindless roots.
