The snare snap of twigs
Comes rolling over the forest
Cicadas shake rattles
Pick up teacups and drop them like cowbells onto dry ground.
The thud of running heart kicks out
As small things scurry
From bears with teeth that gnash a cymbal crash
At the edge of a clearing
The wolf is outlined
In a chorus pedal howl.
Now the insects are circling
The light distorted by their wings
A snake strikes down
Plugging the critters to the roots
Mouth leads to treble crunch and silence.
Large hearts are turning over out there
Inaudible in low frequency murmur
As the mice can scurry in and out and breed and eat
Between each beat
Each visible vibration
Linking a circuit between forest and fur