Whitetail deer wade in clear water,
nibbling on delicate tendrils.
Crystal droplets fall from soft muzzles,
mice scurry over rotting logs,
crimson salmon glide upriver,
following decades old instinct.
Cottony hares hop,
sniffing every secret crevice.
Sharp crackling of leaves
echoes through whistling oaks.
Branches snap
under heavy, mud-covered boots.
Silence is shattered
in the small shaded glen.
Cold iron pierces through
an emerald veil.
A thunderous boom
pulsates through warmth and security.
A whitetail's body contorts.
A ruby liquid trails through
fine, smooth fur.
Scarlet ribbons stream in the water,
scaring away spawning salmon.
Mice run for cover,
cottony hares dive into burrows,
and the peace of the shady glen
is lost in the fear of the forest.
~ Written as a 17-year-old
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