Watch, don’t turn your back,
Never let your senses slack,
When into the woods
For it is there,
That wild beasts lay idle,
Until dusk draws near.
Then, just as the sun’s glow
Begins to fade,
The beasts awaken,
No longer hiding from the day’s trespassers.
And if you are not prepared,
Your heart may skip a beat, and
With a fleeting moment of fear,
You’ll run, then disappear.
copyright Robyn Graham
Thanks Sue! Enjoy the weekend!
And you have a good weekend, too!
What a very unique image this is Robyn!!!!
Unique is a good word for it Laurie!
Splendida, piaciuta moltissimo!!!
Buona serata e buona domenica.
So happy to know you loved it Pat! Have a wonderful Sunday as well!
That’s awesome and those roots look like beasts!
The poem is great, Robyn!
In regards to the image, I am always seeing horses when I look at it! Interesting lol.
Thanks Mike! I know…I see a horse too…and a wild boar…and other things…I guess that’s why it reminded me of a beast! All of those things combined into one strange creature. Thankfully it’s just roots! 😉
Great choice of words for this photograph, Robyn!
Yes, a great poem! Nice Robyn 🙂
Fabulous beast and imagination!!
Many thanks Robyn!
multitalented you are! the poem is so descriptive and suits the photo!
Eeeew, the beast’s tendrils are awakening! Robyn, this is such an effective combination of words and picture.
So much wonderful detail and feeling in those roots . . .
Wow! Great catch.
An elephant jumped out and hijacked the picture before I even saw the tree. 🙂
I saw an elephant too…and a horse, and so many other things! Have a wonderful evening!