An invitation carries me,
As I head out in the wood.
The air all crisp and clean;
The walk will do me good,
Sometimes I skip and kick a stone,
Or moving on Iíll stop and stare.
Iíll look hard at a squirrelís nest
To watch for any movement there.
Iíll study how they did it,
Without the duct tape or the glue.
The wind will blow and not disturb,
And all that I recall is true.
I hear the blue jay just ahead.
He is the eyes and ears for all.
He leads the wildlife, so itís said;
And sometimes sounds his trouble call.
The deer is color blind, Iím told;
But not the turkey in the tree.
He spies our movements from above.
He keeps his eyes on you and me.
Another bird I chance did meet.
And what occurred you wonít believe:
A bully crow and hummingbird.
Follow on this path with me.
He turned attention to his foe.
And you will see no fear showed he.
This hummingbird just drilled him through.
And to the ground, he fell near me.
Walking by a stream surprised me.
His tail was wide and flat I know.
I must have scared this other friend,
And pounding water, what a show.
I jumped out of my skin that day.
The beaver gave his warning call.
Torpedo-like, he moved in water.
ďDo not intrude my space at all!Ē
Iíll not forget this nature place.
I now know how I play a part.
My other home away from home,
And coming here I find my heart.
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