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.
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