There is a path in the woods, winding, playfully around the biggest and oldest trees. The path climbed up a small hill and back down the other side. It looped out into a grove where young animals play and romp in the spring and summertime. The path itself was fairly young, not paved, merely cleared at places, trampled at others and with shiny dirt sparkling in the sun.
On one fine sunny morning, the path was enjoying itself: the breeze was gently blowing, some mist was getting blown onto the the path cooling it down from the warm sun that was baking down. the birds were singing merrily on their branches and flying across the sky in twos and threes. The path was happy, today was a good day.
A black snake slithered from one part of the forest to another, passing briefly on the path, glad for break in the sun. the snake slithered on, remembering the happy path if he ever was to come back that way again.
The day was nice, if not certainly perfect. But like all wonderful things it couldn't last forever, and no sooner than the path had this thought, there was a disturbance in the very densely wooded part of the forest.
In that part of the woods there was a loud crash, followed shortly after by another slightly louder crash, then a softer thud. A pause of silence for a few moments then a series of squawks, squeaks, barks and roars. The forest path was worried, the forest had been peaceful for so long; whatever could be the problem now?!
From as close to the area of commotion as possible the little path found a part of itself as to see what might have happened. The path was lucky and shifted its focus to that part of the woods just in time; a stranger to the woods, a black fox with a dark red tipped tail burst across the path, shadows whooshing in its wake.
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Now for some music. My friend posted this on facebook the other day, and I thought it was a pretty great cover. Enjoy
Bon Iver
Come Talk to Me (originally done by Peter Gabriel)
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