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The smell of growth
Left the mountain today.
The cicada,
So loud a day before,
Fell silent.

Crickets chirped
To fill the void.
Dragonflies filled the sky
Dancing above rocks
Warmed by a cooler sun.

The red squirrel
Feeling an urgency deep within,
Ignored my presence
Completely
As I watched it eat
Ravenously
Just feet away.

Sounds were muted.
The smell of pine
Was more condensed.
Leaves smelled red
And orange
Mixed with the musty smell
Of soil.

The mountain bed--
I could almost hear it
Singing a lullabye.