Phantoms of fog
w a l k into morning
throughout the forest,
s t r e t c h i n g....y a w n i n g...
Secreted fauna
in shadows, c r e e p
by fern and bracken
yet asleep.
Cool winds howl,
a kind of calling-
forest wolves
hunting...c r a w l i n g...
watchers watching
in the breeze,
eyes upon
the aspen trees.
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