I walk through the forest,
On an early fall day.
The ground is littered with leaves and needles.
I look up at the trees,
A haunting, yet beautious green wraps their leaves.
The crunch of the leaves beneath my feet leave a soft rhythm.
Yet my trail is not easily followed.
Golden light upon a hill signals the evening is wearing on.
Up the hill I climb.
It is steeper than I thought.
The dogs trail behind me,
The two puppies at my heels.
One of them has caught a mole.
Poor thing.
Soon, I know, I must turn back.
But tommorow is another day,
Another time,
Another walk.
 
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