Existing in your world

When that great sky above

turns itself into grey

when the trees  start to rock

when we then need a way

to safeguard ourselves

under roots under boughs

in the thickest   Of copses

preparing  those hours

sheltering,

Heads down

in our stygian gloom

starless and dimming

a warm comfy room

let the  rumble of storm clouds

the raucousness  scream

heads down  and hoping

that all of us dream

yes we are out  here

trying to be

safe from the cold and the frost

and to see

safety

beyond  all that darkness out there

the rain and the hail

And the biting despair.

we just snuggle up

and if we are alone

we remain,   enlivened

in our protected  zone

we accumulate spirit

we suck in the air

its the realization

of just being there

The omniscience

really with life we just share

in so many ways

some of us die

some of us, get eaten

and thats probably why

like jesters we relish

the wildness of play

a serious  softening

its really our way

feathered soul fur boy

whatever we be

out in the wild

we are  dangerously free.

for you witches and poets

who give us your  SOUL

we think of you often

as in woodlands we stroll

We have big eyes you see

and ears  that depict

pictures and images

nothing is tricked

in our world we live

with the glorious fey

begotten and loved

at the end of each day.