I looked out at the woods
where the fairy river flowed,
just a step, hop, and jump
from the edge of my window,
And knew the beasts and critters
lurked and creeped there
in the cover of shadows.
I could see them flittering
over and around the canopy,
between the interlacing oaks
and the sycamore leaves,
carrying secret messages for
those who walked slowly
and listened with integrity.
Some fear ...