Mist veils the horizons as sunlight peaks,
Yellowish-glitter highlights the forest in gold dust.
Strange flutters heard as the fog dissipates,
Trite concerns to the silence heard, no boisterous bird peeps.
Everchanging, the fog leaves and returns, slithering into —
Remenants of rabbit holes and homes dug by foxes.
Ill winds blow but the fog conceals their bitterness,
Only the sunlight crawling beneath the fog bodes well.
Universal symbol of hope from night’s darkest creatures still dwelling,
Sounds of eerie flapping again, fading into slumber.
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