Sunshine dapples filter down
green as the spring
warm as the summer
The forest is often mentioned
as being quiet and still, but truly
that's never the case
There, the peeper cries out
looking for his mate
And there a mouse scurries about the leaf litter
already storing her seeds for the winter
Several soft steps away,
the faun lay nestled
it is little hallow
Speckled pelt hiding it in the shadows
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