Down on Kestrel Lane, the summer had blossomed
rich and full with hot humid days.
Until fall swept in and carried away every
leaf, carpeting the forest floor with its bounty.
Now December arrives, with
its cold and colder days, as all chipmunks and turtles and others burrow deep
into the earth, most birds have long departed, and the time of restoration and
quiet approaches.
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