all day long the thrushes sing
and in the night the owls
play ghost with one another
among the swaying trees
beneath the cold stars winking
their feathery tremolo rolls
and bright-eyed mice count frightened
heartbeats hard as sunflower seeds
among damp night stalks trembling
foxes walk and badgers growl
while I listen to the moonlight-
darkened voices of the wild
breathe the musky scent of tree bark
and the rolling dewy grasses
where they walk and we would follow
ghosts all in the dusky night
A poem I wrote today and have finished up for the dverse prompt.