In the deepest of nights, in the depths of the woods
where even the moon cannot penetrate the lush canopy
dreams and desires dance in reckless abandon
fears and inhibitions are lost in the frivolity
completely unaware
that in this scared space there are no secrets
as the regal raven watches from on high
and nothing escapes the scrutiny
of his dark glassy eyes
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 