The benevolent darkness
In the shade of summer trees
After the rain
Stay alert in its depths
In this peace
Is it a leprechaun
the snatch of a root
or a small rotting corpse underfoot
Is it a glint
of sunshine through the branches
the wing of a faerie
the giggle of a mocking bird
Stay alert
In the stillness
Drip drop
The smell of moss and earth
The scurrying of little legs
The twisting of a snail’s direction
A caterpillar drops from a branch
The spider’s web inundated
Nothing happens
yet everything




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