I make my home where lots of deer roam.
When happy I go alone to their woods near by.
Only I understand this joy.
I walk to Ledges, and sit on a moss covered rock.
The shadows of bare tree limbs wave at me.
If I happen to see a biker cruising by,
I say hello and smile;
I laugh as my eyelash catches a snowflake.
It melts and a tear runs down my face.
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