wild life

you see the flicker 

and glassy

flash

of eyes,

in the woods, as you pass by.

your beam

of headlights

swinging onto their hunched

bodies.

waiting on the sides

of roads,

patient for

the sun to depart,

for the moons light

to unfold.

slowly they crawl

forward from

the thickets

and brush,

out from the hollows,

from the hills

and trees.

wild life.

wild life.