Do sit oh so very quiet,
For creatures small do take affright,
They can see and they can hear,
They can scent that you are near.
Then and only then my friend,
Will sweet nature’s wilderness return,
And feel at ease with your intrusion,
Enough to share its great illusion.
Mr. Vole and Mr. Rat,
Bright eyes perky, peaking out,
Cleaning paws and whiskered snout.
Then the fisher’s kingly flight,
The plop, the splash, the silver fish.
Captured in the summer’s light.
Bubbling water passes by,
High above a jackdaw’s cry,
The warm young breeze
Through verdant leaves
Emits its single sigh.