From back in the trees,
He saw a distance glinting,
A spyglass maybe.
He couldn’t get caught,
For he can’t trust anyone now,
So he got down low.
He watched and listened,
Biding his time laying there,
And waiting for what?
Soon the darkness fell,
And the sound of his breathing,
Seem the only sound,
Then something called out,
Arwaaarck, Arwaaarck, what was it,
Could be birds or men.
A cold sweat soaked him,
And he shivered with it,
Trying to keep still.
Arwaack and movement,
High in the trees above him,
And there a large bird.
Still he couldn’t move,
And so he lay there listening,
Until sleep took him.
He woke in the night,
A full moon lit the foreground,
Making it eerie.
He listend again,
Hearing his own heart pounding,
And wind in the trees.
He was soon asleep,
And woke with dawn and silence,
And went back to base.
He checked all around,
It was all there and hidden,
Now to find some food.
