The Fine Art of Keeping Distance
Into the deep, green-hearted forest.
Far removed from man's raucous tangle.
There are only herbivores and carnivores.
Doing their thing in primal time harmony.
Nesters weave the incoherence together.
Miraculously, everything is spaced evenly.
I'm given a wide berth and am tolerated to a degree.
Even the gray gill of silence keeps its distance from me.
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