The urban forest in winter is a sublime
landscape of serenity, a peaceful escape
where woodland trails invite and entrance
the casual and the committed to nature's wild
side. Its mind-calming atmosphere a treasure
and a reprieve from all that bedevils any
community engrossed in living day by day
in a world of unrelenting aggravation. Yet
it also offers up reminders of the travails of
existence; of nature red in tooth and claw in
occasional macabre and chilling pastiches of
unmistakable agony. A passage on the forest
floor steeped in snow and ice suddenly become
a morgue; on its surface bright red blood and
nearby tufts of skin and tawny hair and entrails
signs of struggle and defeat. You shrink in
dismay at the spectacle of hunter and hunted.
Breathing a sigh of relieve when dusk hurries
into night and there he is, your daily winter
visitor nibbling the offerings on schedule.
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