sweet crispness of
fallen leaves
beneath the steps
slowly taken
the camera bobs
gently against my breast
I peer through
binoculars beyond trees,
ponds, over and up
hills into clouds
waiting for a
glimpse of wildlife
a deer, a bobcat, a
wild hog, perhaps,
nature in its rarest
and finest form
a totem with
guidance to give, medicine to share,
as luck would have
it, an eagle flies above,
the grand master of
the spirit world some say
yet all, in their
own way, are tied to the land,
as am I, walking the
path, step by step,
watching, waiting
for my turn
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