The forest

I sat high atop a mountain looking down at all the wonder and glory of Gods creation. Majestic trees that withstood time and elements to reign over a domain of creatures both big and small. They were invisible to me at this height, but I heard their feet rustling through the brush maybe trying to avoid the blast of a hunter’s gun. The soothing sound of birds singing filled my ears as I watched them hover above the trees searching for food escaping that dreaded blast.

     I see a disturbance in the trees as something leaps from branch to branch its voice screeching alarm to others nearby. 'Run for your life" it screams as the boughs bend and guide them to safety. All is quiet for a while as the giant ball of light sinks into the forest, waking the creatures of the night. The voices are louder now, and the fear of a hunter’s gun is replaced with the silence of protection.

     I stood atop the mountain for a few more minutes until the snapping of a branch was all the warning needed as I made my way to the cabin and continued to listen behind closed doors.

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