in the woods i
wonder about animals
patches of white fur covering leaves
a trail of sorts but i am not
to follow
the birds
dipping from tree to tree
squirrels scampering
watching from a high branch
taunting with perspective
and i wonder if they are so content
because they do not question the
Universe or doubt what is natural or
reject simplicity for a basket full of
materials
we are Alive and so we live
they seem to mumble through
blankets of green
listen to us
