not alone

          gazing up creek
     no paddle in sight
a walk not alone
in the morning light
     reflecting leaves
          shimmering cascade
     eyes watching closely
fish hiding in the shade

                    breeze calling softly 

among butterflies and bees

             ants      marching      the      bark

a last stand holds the trees

     spatter of the water
          dancing on the rocks
     tickling the shore
a chipmunk mocks
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