The fog rolled up the canyon

Cold, wet, swift and foreboding

All the creatures in the forest

At once heeded the warning

 

For every living soul surely knew

When the hills disappear from view

Thorny, bug-eyed, spiky beasts

Fill the forest floor with fear

 

The warm-blooded brown lizard

Felt his temperature dropping

Sensible, he scurried silently

Into a rotting tree trunk

 

The mighty black working ant

Veered off the scented line

To await the gloom passing

In the warm folds of a burnt pine

 

Equally frightened, the chipmunk

Clinging to a stricken weary giant

Went into hiding, chirping on the downbeat

A meek repetitive deterrent chant

 

Lazily the brave scarlet ladybug

Wise and confident of the storm’s passing

Opted not to fly away home

But drug its carapace to safety

 

The creek became a raging torrent

The breeze swelled into gale

Shadows melted into thick icy air

Not silent but full of dread

 

Flirting and fluttering high above this drama

The raven cawed a fantastic warning

Which, to the beasts below

Sounded like he was laughing

Walking Project 016_the wild beasts of cucamonga from chris worland on Vimeo.