Crowns are shaking. Dark. Only a light breeze whistles in the hollows of old oaks.
Quiet night. How wonderful to be in the depths of the forest at such a time!
Listen carefully. How many sounds the wind brings! Somewhere in the bushes, snakes rustle, a woodpecker croaks on the branch, and small hogs are hiding in the thicket. From all sides the song of wolves pleases hearing. They howl in a long, fascinating way.
Lean against the tree, listen. Pay attention to the direction and volume of the sound. Perhaps it is time to make a leg? If the sound is very close or comes from all directions, use the only chance - climb the tree. If the wolves have surrounded the tree, then use this moment in your favor - take a picture of them or take them off to the camera. If you have a gun, you can sing songs, tease wolves, leave them with cones.
How else to describe the beauty of the thicket of the night forest!
Beautiful photo and poem, love this keep on steeming.
Thank you)It inspires me!