shadow, fleeting grey,
hard feet rocking in the hay,
cascades of laughter all around,
over here there is no sound.
take in the scene,
a rustle there and what was serene
fixes you with a dreadful glare.
controlled steps bring it closer
to your vision,
muscles rippling with nuclear fission
of energy, restrained;
drilling deep into your soul and asking
for that word which explains this world.
is all that some of us can say.
Years go by and still it doesn't come
Drifting back into the mist, how long before
it doesn't exist ?
Inspired by the gorillas at Port Lympe.