Eye to eye

There was a time
When i would walk
Through ashridge and might sit
Down beside a fallen tree
And think, just think a bit

Quietly be reflecting
Hopeful I might see
A deer or perhaps a muncjac
Who might come
and share with me

They do you know
if you stay quietly
Thinking seeing all
They come
and they might stare a while
Trying to overhaul

The senses they were given
It has happened to me
Just look into their souls awhile
And really to be
In touch sith their emotions
Eye to eye a mind
Clearly with such clarity
Easy to unwind

Feel the breeze
and hear the sounds
Of the rattle of the boughs
Of the squirrels clambering
up the trunks
In their purpose built towers

Just a thought that came to me in the forest
One day

About Rex Tyler

I love animals. I enjoy writing poetry and delivering speeches.I like to mentor people who need help in preparing speeches and evaluations.I enjoy travel although it is much harder for me these days.I so enjoyed the Andes Mountains and Volcanoes and the Quichua people who live and thrive there.I have lots of friends around the world.
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