What Was That??

A whisper in the winds, a rustle in the leaves,

Oh it’s the crickets, the beetles,

The moths and the praying mantis.

All huddling closer and scary eyed.

The wise old owl narrates mysterious stories,

Of battles unheard; of lives lost and total chaos.

Of lies and deceit, of lust and greed,

For power, fame and wealth.

As the stories get darker and murkier,

The shocked creatures of the night,

Stare at each other in stunned silence,

Their eyes widened in shock!

The dark skies begin to rumble,

The wind no longer whispering,

The leaves no longer rustling.

It’s a roaring tempestuous night now!

The wise old owl gives a hoot of warning,

Beware of humans!

Eyes guarded and wary,

A mumbled prayer on his beak, he flies off into the night.