a hint of shadow,
a presence in the grass,
an aura of mystery
in the stillness
and the movement.
Something is watching;
something waits to see
if I am a threat.
Something hovers,
poised for flight,
listening, always,
for any sign of danger.
How can I convey the truth,
that you are welcome here?
Be still; let hearts connect.
* * *
3 comments:
Lovely, Diane.
Wonderful poem. Great photo, too!
Beautiful, I really identify with this and the times I have sent out silent energy to connect and reassure something wild. Just wonderful writing. :-)
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