
No sounds except the snow softly landing on my shoulder.
I catch a glimpse of the frozen star shapes gone too quickly on my vest
As I stumble upon a beautiful creature
I’m sure he’s watching me, wondering if I’ll cause him harm
Instead I quietly hide behind the trees, taking in his natural proud beauty.
What an incredible gift, a silent communication of two curious souls.
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