One foot edged in front of the other
Trip, the rocks skid and go skittering
Slip on the wet moss, skate over the shale
And all the hidden birds are tittering
Look at the wild, blind one
Awash and dithering
Stumbling upright,
When you’re meant to crawl
Like the blue worms, the beetles,
the baleful owls hoot,
You’ll only ever be able to hear
the sounds of the night
If you’re ready to forget
To fall

And when the fireflies set the dark trees
Under the damp bushes, in the pale moonlight
Come and listen
To the sounds of the night

© CM



6 thoughts on “Listen

  1. Madsies says:

    Sounds like an adventure. Brilliant!


  2. daslater2013 says:

    Beautiful ending Cookie. This could stand alone on its own merits ! Lovely visions painted with the ease of a master 🙂 ❤


  3. debra49 says:

    remarkable piece!! Peace 🙂


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