The freshly forested face

Life´s picky
on the edge of the bush
stands a child
face obscured by the leaves

leaves that will one day fall to reveal

Life´s a little choosy
and the moist ferns
huddle in the middle of the bush
Mother canopy above
falling leaves loose like milk
kind dampness in the air soothing all animal senses

On the edge of the forest where light opens up
yeah right there stands a child
looking into the world impatiently
it is not the rustling of the leaves nor the falling of pods or seeds
that distracts this one

For he knows back out there he will count everything include the minutes till death

life´s a little choosy a little imposing but very stuck in you
curious in a way
around the freshly forested face of the bush child