It can be a little unnerving listening to the sounds and watching the activities of the morning woods, Even when those woods are the scrub flora of a summertime Florida Island.
But it’s not the woods that leave you unsettled, rather the ones that haunt the trees above.
Those lords with glowing eyes.
Two primeval shapes, shaded beneath long dead branches, silently watching.
Eyes never moving but always watching, observing.
Even as you lift your bins to get a better view, they stare. Long lost feelings stir within, awoken by that fierce glow, piercing down from still branches. All is quiet. Not even the jays make a sound, respecting the sovereignty permeating from the silent shadows above.
Slowly you lower your aids and back away from the trees, that wooden castle. All is still, deferential.
Silently they watch.
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