Still
Still
Like the
Frozen ice
Along the shore
The tree without wind
On the hill where birds soar
The deer, noticing something
Movement in corner of their eyes
Things unnoticed, as if in disguise
Waiting to move and bring a new surprise
Heidi Sands
1/8/23
Copyright © Heidi Sands | Year Posted 2023
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