A cool morning

The leaves rustle without warning

The birds and the chickadees

The sounds in the morning breeze

Up a tree scampers a squirrel

With its big tail curl

Looking for the nuts

It stored before the winter’s rut

A cardinal flies through the air

With nary a care

On the ground, a small brown bear

By it scampers a fox and hare

Near the opening stands a buck and doe

Escaping their human foe

All the peace the woodlands brought

May all be for naught

For expansion Humans sought