Shapes & Shadows by Madison Cawein — Read

I found myself among the trees / What time the reapers ceased to reap; / And in the berry blooms the bees / Huddled wee heads and went to sleep, / Rocked by the silence and the breeze.

I saw the red fox leave his lair, / A shaggy shadow, on the knoll; / And, tunnelling his thoroughfare / Beneath the loam, I watched the mole -- / Stealth's own self could not take more care.