Sounds that creep to meet me
From the shadows on the hill
They never seem to be ahead -
And never too far behind -
But little crispy, crunchy sounds that
That come up from beside -
As though they will ambush
From the corner of my eye.
A crack of branch
A grind of stone
Tiny soft footfall -
Threat unknown.
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