I wandered through the wood that night
The full moon cast it's light through each tree
As if floodlighting my path
And hardly anything disturbed the silence
Except for the twigs cracking under my feet
And the odd call from an owl
Or the scampering of a rabbit
Sometimes I stopped to take in the humid air
The smells increasing my senses
After midnight I sought to stay motionless
As a Vixen with cubs crossed the path ahead of me
Unaware of my presence
I was down wind from the beautiful creature
And the offspring played
That night, as I wandered alone.
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