On the Edge of a Wood
She sits alone
on the porch at dusk
at the edge of a wood
on the brink of dark
The sun descends
below the low hills
the trees silhouetted
against the dimming light
All is silent until
she begins to hear
the barely discernible sounds
of those who are near
The snap of a branch
The rustle of leaves
The soft padding of paws
through the distant trees
A whooo from above
A flapping of wings
Someone chewing
on some thing
She takes comfort
in knowing she is not
by herself
The creatures around her
leave her no doubt
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