In the cool autumn woods
near a glen or dale.
The first dawn light plays
through a damp and misty veil.
As the forest comes awake
from it's nocturnal dream.
A lonely lynx goes to it's den
with a final defiant scream.
In a mighty stand of pines
a hunter sits and shivers.
Waiting for a chance at game
armed with bow and quiver.
Through the rising mist he witnesses
many of natures sights,
The quiet cunning of a fox
a rabbits cry of fright.
Though he may see no game
it is these moments that he loves,
The first sight of dawns light
the first flight of a dove.
Through the autumns fallen leaves
he walks slowly home.
Adding this dawn to the memories
of past ones he has known.

08/29/2002

Posted on 08/29/2002
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