Is that a bear in the distance? No, it's just the trees...

Is that a bear in the distance? No, it’s just the trees.
These woods are haunted by the wind, whose strokes
Bring out the bird in bush. And wasn’t that something I heard,
“The still scream in the night, whether bird of prey or prey of…”?
Anyway it looks like a hungry god swooped down from on high,
Down from the heavens to carry off some mortal mouse –
Only now its image is mired in the earth like a growth, an aberration,
A monster. Certainly, these trees bear no fruit, only a ravenous green
Tinsel, which for decades has sucked all sap from the dirt,
And that is why there are no flowers, only patches of lean, dry grass.