Determined early risers don't see much on short days when clouds cover all. But slight movements suggest the presence of a few who are never far away, always close to the trees. This is their home in all conditions, wind, frost, worse: and even when we don't see them we know the place should be respected for their sake. Should be. Untamed nature gets harder to find so that it becomes a privilege to be part of it.
Is this a cry of protest or pain?
Back again even before sunrise, not that it would be noticed.
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