rough bark lovingly hugged woody arms
around the middle of a solitary tree,
which stood tall with a quiet oak sound.
on the horizon was a young deer chasing its' spots
across a dry autumn corn field, heedless of
the deep blue sky and
the alert archer watching from his stand, anxious for
the first pull of his bow.
Osa, a silly dog, saw the deer
but not the archer and gave an energetic yet brief chase.
the solitary tree remained stoic but dropped everything to
listen, including the remaining few leaves which drifted slowly
to the soft ground, inaudible to human ears.
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