Soaking up the darkness,
it rests in silence,
its winged cloak spread easy,
a picture of sublimity,
bothered not by the stir in the air,
the prickly fuzz of the leaf bare,
or the lens drawing ever closer
to the inky enticer
hoping to capture
the secret of its composure
with unapologetic intrusion,
While it slips unseen
into the soothing depths
of the green oblivion…
A.R Sara 