Silent No More

Sun’s first beam on peaceful meadow

Dappled leaves speak autumn come

Shimm’ring stream with lights aglow

To my rest I won’t succumb

Neither west nor east I look

Laughing water or running brook 

Head is pounding, hands are shaking

Don’t turn back now, heart bespoke

*

Quarry sniffs the still, cold air

Master cunning, it knows it’s end

Shakes its head, an angry glare

Nothing but an instinct send

Neither west nor east it looks

Laughing water or running brook

Steps a nimble hoof to heather

Nothing but a courage tether

*

Mind is racing, what’s the game?

Where’s it’s fear or trembling?

There’s no ire or sense of shame

Now my will is wrestling

Neither west nor east I look

Laughing water or running brook

My hand stays its nervous twitching

Quarry raises eyes bewitching