Waterways part two

By Cat Rain Have you heard the territorial wail rising in pursuit of trespassers not heeding sound or sight or silent blinding instinct through the camouflage myriad engulfed in brown and green upon the branches between the rocks inside the hollowed out shelter in a log Among the towering cliffs cradled within the clouds embellished side to side with willows that droop like fallen faces reaching out to the rising maples that stand by steadily breathing in and sighing out holding life among their leaves sheltering flowered ones thisled ones bigger ones tiny ones