When I Stood Still

 

I stood in the clearing

and he looked o’er the edge

He said, “Have you food?”

(just in my head)

I did not, my regret

But I sang him a song…

and he stayed and he listened

and let me belong.

I stood in a clearing

still as can be.

Sought not but waited…

and he came to me.

S. Bell

squirrel

 

 

 

 

 

 

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