The Nights Forest

The mist of the night creeps upon the woods it be still

Though the sounds of the earth move ever so quietly

I hear the nights air like the breath of a wolf it moves mysteriously

Through the forest now the sound of claws and paws of the moonlight it be known

That the many creatures that stir deep into the darkness of the trees

The owl with his eyes he sees, his head turns around to the sound, now even frightened

Is he, for the unknown sounds in the forest be, they hide between every limb

Every crevice and blade it be, for they do not want to be seen, they know your scent

Your hair, your nails, your feet they know too well, pray tell what they may intend

Keep moving quickly, like the owl, no longer is he perched, he flies with his might

Let it be free from the whispers in the forest, haunting echoes through the clouds

Tread not slowly but quickly pick up your feet and flee,  from the unknown to you

The nights forest be not meek