The hole was there on the edges
Where a field met against sedges
Behind an old rotted stump
A perfect escape in a jump

A pathway leading underground
A tunnel with other holes be found
Where daylight streams so hazy
And dreams become so crazy

Only the noise of heavy clopping
Slowly starting and stopping
Like the spokes on a wheel
Now spinning backwards feel

Heart making these rhythms
Blood pouring through a schism
Deep in the darkness waits
Until all the danger abates

Quietly darkness turns to sleep
Calmness will I find and keep
Until its safe to go back outside
When fear is not so amplified

Once again turns almost night
Cloaking black into moon light
I gaze out again from my view
Summer grass and sparkling dew

This is how I must survive
Keep my body and soul alive
It is a constant vigil that I keep
Stealth make not even a peep

For time is not measured in days
But days are measured many ways
And life is measured in time
Between life and death sublime