by Mike Monroe
A sea of yellow, orange, and brown
covers the rolling Appalachians.
A highway weaves through the mountains
like a gargantuan black snake
as cars and trucks buzz to their destinations.
Trees surround a small meadow
where campers have set up a temporary home.
The blue tent stands in the center
surrounded by ground cluttered with brown, dead leaves.
A deer is startled
and looks to its rear with headlight-like eyes.
It runs away trampling twigs.
A squirrel scurries up a tree trunk
grasping the grey bark
as a tiny ant wrestles with an apple crumb.
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