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| Forest Chills The evening shadows grew longer as they crept from the trees. Birds ruffled feathers and settled comfy from their flight. The sun was setting colored bright ,the red and yellow in orange. Others scurried here and there for shelter in the night. Darkness slithered in on clouds dark and grey. No longer puffy white and cotton but eerie shapes and forms. Daydreamers came out to hunt and prowl through the woods. One large shadow lurked nearby, one that seldom ever warns. The howl sent chills like a thousand spears pricking at the skin. Smaller creatures hid in bushes others sought out more. The silence now was stifling as the woods took on new color. Little did the darkened moon shed light from the river shore. Ears trained as night went on but not a sound was ever heard. All night in trembling fear were the scared as well as brave. Only the glow from his eyes as the wolf blinked and was gone. Even the huge grizzly bear was on alert from within his cave. A long and restless night went on as slumber was forsaken. Not a leaf moved or a twig was snapped as the wily wolf crept on. Then the small rays of light came over mountain tops. Now the forest came to life in the coming of the dawn. Still no sign of the hunter or what he�s done that night. Only tracks and footprints found heading toward the timber. This was just like every day where the forest people lived. Another night like so many more, just another to remember. The Masked Writer <O.O> <-.o> � 2002 T Lovett |
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