Crunching Leaves
Deer no longer sneak
Crisp fall leaves give them away
....not able to hide.
Birds walking on ground
Picking through the crunching leaves
to find what's hidden.
Red and gold carpet
Is so noisy underfoot
Nothing can hide there.
Squirrels hiding food
Assume we do not hear them
Running through the leaves.
Copyright © Francine Roberts | Year Posted 2010
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