Instincts

Some have more faith than others in their inner compass

Photo by author © N Elliott

alone on the path
trees reach up
all around
branches baring
nests abandoned
clutter of leaves
nursing the forest floor
grey skies muffle
the forgetting terrain
hush breaks
with a cackling purr
three sandhill cranes
callout
resolute in flight
senses trusted
compelled from within
they go together
the forest giving up
to sleep