Swamp Heart

The blanket of mist softly hugs the mire Allowing itself to fill the air in all of its spaces Snugly tucked in between croaking things Like frogs and toads in deep and high tones While crickets play their nocturnal song Hiding within the half moonlight shadows Cast from the foliage of the life giving Waters that gurgle and bubble here and there Fed as well with some freshly flowing streams Abundant with darting eyes and moving things Mystique is kept in the heart of the maze An owl hoots lowly as its orange orb gazes While other night birds add to its mirth And all who view it is filled with wonder Though few things inside know where they are It takes a pair of eyes to come in from above To have scope on all of what goes on in there Making sense of it by means of dissection Conquering it by building a road through it And sometimes when the fireflies dance lightly I listen to the rhythmic beat of the oncoming Thing that comes ever closer and closer until I can make out that it is a galloping horse Making its way towards me with a determined Rider who has to complete his mission this day Until I can hear the mighty beast's panting I find it different from everything else In the swamp things sing and have a snack It seems as though the horse is on a mission And to find out what the commotion is about I place my ear on its hot and heaving chest To listen, also, to the beating of its heart

CuldeSac

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