a faintly unnerving stillness burdens the forest
-not a beast scurrying or digging
-no birdcalls of alarm or affection
frost glitters on the rooted earth when the sun cracks through the clouds
but then falls invisible,
leaving that black soil unadorned
what do the hidden creatures smell?
what do the birds that pass silently over this forest know?
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