It Is The Depths of Darkest Time

In the deep depths of the forest, 

you see the crackling and clicking leaves.

The brown, hard, stiff bark. 

Then hopping green and playful crickets,

hiding in the rotten brown grass. 

The nice blue twitching and

tweeting loud birds in the trees.

Then the Tasmanian devil comes up 

closer and closer until 

pounce! It goes

and in the nighttime, it is the depths of darkest time.