Waiting
Comfort shades brown peering eyes,
there amongst the scent of birch.
Hidden under greying skies
and autumn leaves upon a perch.
Snug and safe from hunter’s game
but ready should the need arise,
to tap into his sturdy frame,
despite the smallness of his size.
A quickened pulse then in his chest
as trappers near, he holds his breath.
Lessons learned now put to test,
one false move could be his death.
There inside he sees it all,
traps are set amongst the grass.
Plans a route to warren hall,
waits until the hunter’s pass.
Silence reigns as sun goes down
a calm return to forest dome
to then emerge from underground
seeking comfort of his home.
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