West Desert Journal by Nathan Cowlishaw

Shadows creep behind images.
Unusual feelings manifest themselves
in the strange day.

A timbered forest is
where black ghost creatures
lose themselves in bushes.

A sound is made here
and then there.
The spook is a jestful trickster.

Many things speak up from the
floor of the ancient earth.
It is how the wild
animals of this forest
find peace to survive.

It crawls upon your skin,
walks upon your feet.
It dangles from wrinkled trees.

They have eyes staring
at you from nearby.
Maybe it is an unknown beast
about to jump from the brush!

Written by Nathan Cowlishaw