Deep silver scene as the sun moves in.

Plastic shaded angles cover and smooth

Through the drench of branches

And multi coloured animals, uprooted

From the slow cool night

And now lung sulking in the shadows.

Creep forced by the skeletons

Of their lost relatives

Run over one summer

Or captured for entertainment.

The memories beat

And swell the silence

Til there is nothing left

Of the wild

But a glimpse of timber

And phrase of bone.