Quiet Time

 

Walking in the snowy woods

time stands still; the city’s scent

squashed in the blanket

that silences all

 

A ‘possum trudges his way

grumbling about the weather

Hoping for a fresh egg from the coop

I have other plans for him

 

Deer have passed here

searching for something

Their minds on food, but

I see where a buck broke branches

 

Three break out across the woods

disturbed in their search

They don’t know time

Only the light from the dark

 

I make my way back home

Time no longer stands still

The city’s scent returns

Silence broken with tick/tock/tick.

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