Two Old Trees

Two souls intwined, like the branches of two old trees.

Near the bank of the river, that’s where he was found.

Eyes looked up from the ground.

 

The woods hold so many tales

Half forgotten, half remained

They tell their own version

Of what happened that day

 

He saw her bathing, didn’t mean to watch.

Her anger grew.

Devoured by his own hounds

They didn’t know it was him.