Whispering Wood

Whispering Wood

Out beyond there is a forest,

A forest forgotten by the woodcutter.

Where the wood whispers in the wind,

And tries to hide its denizens.

Whispers of its denizens of feather and fur.

There are many of the feathered ones none too secretive,

What with their showy colors and familiar song.

Only the evergreens hide them.

Colorful stand-outs are the blazing red cardinal and the sky-blue jay.

Unmistakable voices are those of the mourning dove and the barred owl.

The furred ones are much better at keeping a secret,

The secret of themselves, in the tangled wood.

The chipmunks and mice, the red squirrels and cottontails,

The red fox and white-tails, the woodchucks and raccoons,

All give us merely a glimpse of their mysterious lives.

The wood does its best to keep their secrets.