THE WHITE RAVEN
Once upon a midnight dream wherein I walked adrift serene Passing many upright conifers set firmly in the pineland floor. Sunshine abound, the scurrying of forest creatures heard all around. From overhead there came a sound (clamoring from above!), silencing the critters that shuffled on the floor. This unearthly noise gave my heart a start.'It's just my mind' to myself, I thought.'No beasts above the forest floor, it's imagination…little more….'