The fox and now 2 deer, squirrels, still,
and the unseen wildlife roam this
space
we share, call home, in the early
dark
descending in autumn’s changing time;
we hear each other, see traces,
glowing
eyes, a yip, a grunt, the rustle of
leaves
and brush, the bark of my own dogs,
too domestic to give chase,
alerting me
and them, no warning, just
acknowledgment,
we are here, bound together,
readying
ourselves, all of us, thriving,
surviving,
facing the winter ahead, the cold
and snow,
the dark and lean times, clear
skies
and the smell of humanity near us,
hazy smoke and the roar of engines;
slow progress advancing, finding
our way,
making our way to an unknown
distant
future, as one, man and beast, one earth,
one world, nurtured, sustained,
enduring.
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