A well trodden Track
through
An Avenue
of
Trees
into
The Woods
One
I have Walked
since
Childhood...
A hushed busyness
greets
My Senses
A Black Bird
Hops
upon
Fallen Leaves
Her Head Bobbing
for
A Scrumptious meal
Squirrels
Playfully race Up
and
Along
Rugged Fissured Bark
and
Bendy Branches
A Lone Robin perches
but
A few feet away
Eyeing
My Presence..
For a Moment
I stand still
Enchanted...
The Trees
are
Chattering
Their Leaves
are
Rustling
Birdsong
fills
The Air
O the Joy
to
Be Here..
In
This Quietest of Walks
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