the side like a snake in Eden, turning
into a creek filled with tadpoles and
frogs once it reaches the valley proper,
fawns, squirrels, chipmunks and a few
rabbits drink from its brackish waters
early in the morning when they have
nothing but silence to comfort them,
hawks, buzzards, and a few crows
venture to the creekside during the
day when the sun is hidden by trees
and foliage of ferns and ground covers
that typically roam where moss lives,
dead leaves from previous years and
fallen dead branches lay on the ground
like a quilted comforter decaying and
providing homes for insects... dogwoods,
evergreens, birch, maple, and oak have
their roots firmly planted into the dirt
that is dark and rich but filled with ants,
a black bear occasionally walks by the
creek on its way to new hunting since he
no longer sleeps in his mountain cave,
not sure if it is spring or fall, those who
live nearby it will be cold or hot soon
their outside lives will end abruptly,
they will need to adapt like before.
September 22, 2023
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