FALL HUNTER

I sit in the forest not making a sound,

At first all I hear is my own heart pound,

Several minutes pass before life shows its face,

The birds and animals now fill this quiet place,

Nature takes her time to accept us there,

Maybe its because we are to busy to care.

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About lawpoems

From Manorkill, New York, writing is my hobby.
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