I live on a
busy highway,
2, 600 cars
daily come and go…
Until a cold
front from Canada,
Brought the
sudden silence of snow.
Deer, a few
pheasants, some quail,
And racoons
were starting to show…
They shared
the peace and memories,
Their
ancestors used to know…
They left
the day the snow melted,
Human
progress their only foe.
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