Natures Surprises

Nestled by the old Oak, knees curled upwards
Gazing at the sky, as roots protrude and night engulfs,
Hearing whispers from incarcerated birds, chirping
As chains rattle fear into teardrops.

Nothing surprises these old eyes as emerald blades pierce toes
Or Morning dew casting chills to skeletal bones that break,
Like hearts and kisses do when they have abandoned songs
That were sung years ago.

Edging towards rigor-mortis twigs, I gather leaves
To blanket the cold and other night terrors,
Because nothing surprises this nature loving corpse
As I bask under the moon, inhaling the night.