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A Forest A Capella
By: Tom Wright
11/15/98  

Along the forest floor I creep,
not Wishing to disturb inhabitants living there.
Treading on pine needles ankle deep,
as if nature had placed a carpet,
so I wouldn't disturb It's sleep.

The forest, having long been asleep,
appearing drowsy, begins now to wake
and from somewhere into the deep.
A chorus of Coyotes, yapping in song,
before denning up to sleep.

Have I given them cause for fear?
Are they telling me perhaps I don't belong,
having sensed that I am near?
Or another of natures marvelous ways,
of making music for my ear.

My occasional snapping of a twig
has alerted a Fox Squirrel somewhere near.
Perhaps in a nearby Oak so big.
It's chattering, as if at odds, over acorns
being devoured by Blue Jays or a grunting pig.

With snow flakes now floating from the sky
my eyes are directed overhead
and though not seen by eye,
I hear sounds of passing Geese,
as further south they fly.

An occasional hissing and as I turn to see,
somewhat apprehensive, but with no fears.
There, walking the trunk of a fallen tree,
one large Bobcat singing his part,
like others, A Capella, just for me.

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