Forrest Song

I live in the forest
Along with busy squirrels
fussing in trees
Along with busy squirrels
too busy to see
that the fox is yet again after
the wounded deer with no antlers
forcing it to run faster

I live in the forest
Where the woodpecker
though safe and free
spends it's entire life
pecking sad poems in trees
barely noticing the quiet mice
trying not to be seen

And though the birds sing comforting songs to me
I know that they're freezing
wishing to flee
Hear the lead bird call:
"Follow me, follow me, follow me home!"

I live in the forest
Now I, too, must go