The Watchful Eye

Tis the watchful eye that always sees
That which is carefully hidden beneath
Brambles entwine gnarled branches
Ivy shrouds the sun from above
Pale green moss gathers below
To step through a challenge
Walking near impossible
Distortions change as the hours pass
Sight means many things
With splinters of golden sunlight
Casting long jagged shadows
Where life finds a space to hide
The small hunting the smaller
The circle of life turns yet again
Holding fast and scanning
For but a moment or two
Then darts from one refuge to another
The undergrowth gives camouflage
Creatures heard but often unseen
While high above winged creatures wait
Focused only on their movements
Soon darkness will fall and things change
The shades growing to a black cover
Ever alert night eyes now glowing
Predators seeking their prey
Finding those spaces where they slip
Towering branches remain still
Few leaves rustle as in wind
The canopy alert with silence
The daytime hunters now the hunted

Bring on the Night
Darkness brings out the predators in every environment. Large cats travel their territories stalking prey or hiding a kill high in the trees for safe keeping. Owls with their specially adapted feather structure fly almost silently and they can pinpoint prey as small as a mouse. The raccoon and porcupine are both foraging for food during the night and will put up quite the fight if approached. And we cannot forget the bats, frogs, and other predatory insects that round out those on the hunt during the night.
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Beautifully worded with fine phrasing and wonderful imagery of the natural world, where nature’s beat is incessant and lives rise and fall in a balance human’s rarely understand. Great work Ralph.
An amazing insight to the wilds of Nature, Ralph. You brought a part of the wild to us that few humans ever see or even think about. Well done, indeed.
Enjoyed the poetic tour of the jungle. It is dark outside and as your poem unraveled I imagined wild beasts in my garden.