The Woods
Tall trees encircle me. Sunlight filters in through a canopy of leaves. Am I lost? No, I know these woods. A bird sings from a branch overhead.
A loud rustle.
Is it a bear?
I hear him growl. I see his teeth, his claws-- Only in my imagination.
There it is again. I head to the sound.
Am I crazy? Maybe.
A fawn tangled in vines.
I approach slowly, trying not to be perceived as a threat.
I approach slowly, trying not to be perceived as a threat.
Why is it alone? Where is its mother?
I move quickly to untangle its legs.
The fawn is free.
Her mother steps into the clearing and together they disappear into the safety of the woods.
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The fawn is free.
Her mother steps into the clearing and together they disappear into the safety of the woods.
'graceful ladies' ldyck
August on this blog:
August 5: If you've ever wondered what my writing day is like, My Writing Desk (short story) should answer all your questions.
August 12: I'm thrilled to introduce you to children's author Susin Nielsen. I know you'll enjoy reading her interview.
August 19:
Book review: We Are All Molecules (YA) by Susin Nielsen
August 26: Writers have little to show for a day's worth of work--no punched time clock, no dirty fingernails. This can lead to many misconceptions. Lazy Bones (short story) explores these misconceptions.
'dreamy sky' ldyck
Sharing my author journey...
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