A shyness at sunset peeks
across faraway hills, descending
in layers of fire, mosquitoes
skittering as pinpricks
of movement,
piercing lake's casual surface.
Surrounding forest continues
its mantle of protection
patterned for canoe visits -
pup tent solitary among
shore-silhouettes
where bullfrogs burp, loons
lament and coyotes howl.
All served on Nature's napkin.
Owls continue their hoot
for attention. Deer call.
Rabbits escape trails leading
somewhere - - a land
of symphony and pride.
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