The Forest Creature

Twilight, my perfect time to play, what
A perfect ending, to an almost perfect day.
The forest is my home,

Once born never free
until the spirit flees
earthly bonds that hold us tight
to guard against our spirits flight.

A silent whisper

Bohemian Rhapsody

Warm, wet, and spongy
Onyx rich between her toes.
Scent of rain, heavy,
Real, earthy in her nose.
Float

Soft and gentle as a mothers touch

The air holds us aloft

Two feathers floating

Weightless never awaiting you come to

little joy so free
so spry and upbeat and no cares in this world
except whether or not a ladybug will fly away home
on request

sunshine