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I sit
and watch
through the window
as squirrels
and
chipmunks
scamper by,
chomping
on nuts
and
scattered seeds.

They dart
one way, and then,
another
or climb a tree
while chipmunks
mutter
below.

The leaves are
almost topless,
the trees
shiver
in their
nudeness.

In the evening chill,
The fierceness
of night
to the briskness
of dawn.

I never saw
so many fawns,
they followed
their mothers
in the deep snow.
Leaving their
delicate footprints
behind,
wherever they go.

The bushy tipped
squirrels
with tails overhead
crouch deep
in their borrows
as winter
deepens
its grip.

No squirrel,
nor chipmunk,
nor fawns or
even their mothers
would dare
trespass
when the snow and
cold wind
blows.

Unitl Spring's sun
has risen
and lights up the trees
in the forest up high
and the earth down below.

Its golden rays
shiny
and clean in the rain
that falls rather
softly
clearing the domain.

The rain
spatters softly
as the mid day
weans,
gathering
the earth
in another embrace.