Stranger In the Woods
The many creatures that live and play here,
scatter to their homes unseen by me,
they know that I am a stranger in the woods,
just passing through, but a danger to them.
Creatures in the woods don't know,
that most of us mean them no harm,
only to admire them,
so next time you take your
stroll, stop and admire them,
then move on, but leave your
dogs at home.
wrote 3-10-11
Copyright © James Foulk | Year Posted 2011
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