There is comfort there- provided by the trunk, the branches and the leaves.
The hard ground is a companion.
I am able to prepare while lurking.
I am not waiting to launch an attack but rather waiting for myself.
Waiting to be ready to step into the sun for I know this time there will be no retreat.
If I leave again I can never go back into the shade.
Once in the sun all flaws will be revealed and I must no I have to accept them.
Never again shady.