Tuesday, November 5th.

ON A WALK

Near the edge of the woods
A young male buck
With two stubby antlers
Stared me down.

To the right,
A white-tailed doe,
Darted swiftly into the brush.

It was dusk, and mist enveloped the house below.

The air was cool, and still,
Everywhere,
And smelled of pine needles, and decayed leaves.
Then, night time fell.

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