Beady-eyed

I am the bead amongst the reeds; consider this my only warning. Poised by night, and held till morning. Stay awhile. Come hide and seek, leak not a croak, make not a creak. As you attempt your nightly deeds, beware the bead amongst the reeds.

I am the fresh, the flush, the mesh and weave of leaves where you can rest inside, entwined, in pillars of dew, where the air comes to settle and the sun slides on through. Succumb to the rustle. Kick on back and concede, and pay no attention to the bead in the reeds…