Glare from the Willow Tree

As I lie in a spot designated only for me,
The peering eyes from another send a taser through my chest.
"Who's there?"
No reply.
The grass shivers with the wind, frightened and alone,
While the Willow tree ahead grows massive in size.
I can't escape it's grasp.
I'm in a trance.
"Let me free!"
The coo of the raven immediately sends my heart out of shock.
It's been watching with a grimacing look,
Disapproval and disappointment liters the air.
Standing up, I cast a stone that lies perfectly next to the root,
"Shoo, go away!"
My shoes are as torn up as the atmosphere,
A long stroke of the crows wing almost to protest.
A sigh of relief when it leaves the branch bare,
But not without glancing back, a haunting stare.
Furrowed brows and a speedy heart are all I'm left with,
And the willow tree that harbored my hate.

It's unusually silent, now.