When All The Trees - Poem by Danny Draper
When all the trees are tall and still
and Sun is shouldered on a hill,
Shadows drench a cooling gully
and nocturnal eyes begin to stir.
When all the wings of day are rested
and talk of roosts by owners tested,
Fear of enemies concedes to sleep
and dark conceals its masses.
When all the hearts in unison beat
and world's in silence are replete,
Uniformly all are equal as by magic
and little animals start their night.
When all the hunters stalk night prey
and quarry seek out gifts of day,
Fragments from the hectic lighted
and waste from haste abounds.
When all the raptors spy and swoop
and snatch a scurrier in their coup,
Gullets swell or offspring sated
and life rolls on its drama.
When all the gatherers fill and load
and larders swell in cramped abode,
They live to rest another day
and skilled to favour the bold.
When all the trees in milk light shimmer
and Moon is rising all a glimmer,
Pale beams wax a cautious gully,
and diurnal eyes do not stir.
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