Praying Mantis.

I lay on the grass contemplating the universe, watching the white cloudy moon roaming the sky, the birds eyeing me as they circle into surrounding trees, then something tickled my hand, I looked down expecting an ant, spider or bee; but to my thrilled amazement it was a praying mantis, his front legs held together…

In the dark of the night.

In the dark silence of the night, I hear a rustle I here an owl hooting, and Nightjars circling, calling, until a motorbike drowns all, as it speeds down the highway, leaving me feeling cold and agitated, as the owl calls again ; all feels good.

The darkness and the light.

There are no shadows darkness levels the hollows, uncertainties drift in, cold begin to circulate rains begin to fall in the silence of space I try to work out where we are at, shiver at the thought of looking in the dark mirror, the rains should sooth, but the silent darkness  intercedes; as I hang…