Listen, Watch, See

Waling through the clouded fog

I stop to listen to the song of the rain and thunder.

I wach the black birds in the misted

sky. The song of the whale huants my heart. 

I follow the long fading path

before me. The laugh of a hyena duants my footsteps.

Walking in to a dark old cabin

I lie down on the torn old bed.

I listen to the slowing pace of my heart.

And then I go to sleep.