Shadows

Hundreds of shadows clutching 

onto the crusty tree bark.

Flapping, fluttering, screeching

in the night sky.

My chest beats like the creatures

circling around the stars, dying in the sky,

landing on my heart

slowly crumbling into dust.

Dropping on a golden star, resting on a moonbeam,

disappearing in the dark.

Beating hard, flying fast to get back to its tree.

Gripping with its creeping claws

onto the wooden trees. 

wrapping up itself, drifting into dreams.