he is out and about more often at this time of the year,
especially at dusk.
his face is the stream that runs through the park,
his body is a tree trunk.
he proudly wears leaves as his crown
for he is the king of his own kingdom.
moss runs up along his sides,
his beard is made out of hair and feathers
from the animals who live there.
his eyes are deep and profound,
for they hold the promise of the night.