deep in the heart of the forest,
Raven is perched in peaceful slumber.
surrendered to the Quiet of the night.
high above the canopy
a mysterious intruder comes creeping…
slowly now…
like a thief, he weaves his way among the shadows
where Quiet lies hiding...
gently and swiftly he takes over; tucking away and putting to bed the secrets of the Night.
and Dark, its job now done, gives way to dawn's early Light.
i am intrigued by this photograph Shanon
ReplyDeletedid he actually sit on your arm?
lovely to read your poetry
and see the exquisite illustrations
xox marianna