Waterfalls tinkling, afar in dark & distant
night,
Owl hoots,
shrew squeals, at his ending plight,
Fox tiptoes, sniffing coldly at his foe´s den
& lair,
Leaving upon hoary hedgerows, red & telling
hair,
Bats pay sonic homage, to the guarding opal moon,
While Druid within his Grove, chants a magic Rune,
Old falling leaves whisper, farewell to autumn
trees,
Footstep of badger & was that a mouse that
sneezed?
The crunching of branch, beneath small creeping
paw,
I now strain my seeking ears, to hear just a fraction
more.
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