Heather Allen

So still at heart, They respond like water To the slightest breeze, Rippling as one body, And, as one mind, Bend continually To listen: The perfect confidants, They keep to themselves, A web of trails and nests, Burrows and hidden entrances— Do not reveal Those camouflaged in stillness From the circling hawks, Or crouched and breathless At the passing of the fox.