
I walk the shadowed edge
avoiding bramble,
ducking beneath bough.
When commotion
arrives from the valley
I’ll blend my form
with a sycamore trunk,
and wait.
Camouflage a mixture:
position cloaked
with dull fashion
and silence.
I walk the shadowed edge
avoiding bramble,
ducking beneath bough.
When commotion
arrives from the valley
I’ll blend my form
with a sycamore trunk,
and wait.
Camouflage a mixture:
position cloaked
with dull fashion
and silence.
Off course, wiping out outlandish homes chipmunks burrowed beneath coarse pines.