Walking leisurely along the worn path
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Just beyond the ridge, mist rising from the lake
Nestled quietly, deep among the trees
A cabin, beckoning for all to come in.
Along the way stopping, listening,
Sounds of leaves dancing, floating, falling,
Rustling, with the morning, gentle breeze
A carpet of colour left for all to see.
Hearing a piercing screech, the Owl perched far above
Watchful, patiently waiting, for it's eveing meal
From the mountain rock, water, trickling to form a pool
A brook, slowly twisting, turning, seeks out the moving river.
Chipmunks scurring to rush home
Ferret's chasing, tumbling, playing endlessly
Whippoorwills sing their goodnight song
The day time sun, settling down for bed.
In this solitary space, time makes no difference
The twig snaps, broken from it's hiding place
Several Deer resting, cautiously aware, looking
Gazes upon you with their natural stare.
From the twilight, the Loon stays, calling for it's mate
With his afternoon catch, the fisherman is content
Sits in his chair, rocking quietly, waiting for the Northern Lights
Wondering how this special display will appear in the coolness of this night.
Inside the cabin, the fire's glow, crackling, flickering,
Like a flannel blanket, the warmth wraps itself all around you
Here in the soft moonlight, deep within the forest
The silence is broken, the echo of the howling Wolves, prowling throughout the night.