Mother and Daughter
They live in our woods.
Sleep in a nest of grass between large moss covered boulders and ancient gray barked firs.
When I walk by the pair they eye me with curiosity and wariness. I avert my gaze then lift my camera and click.
I wonder about all the animals—the deers the wolves the mountain lions the lynx.
I wonder if they notice the two legged’s newly subdued nature—the empty roads, the silent skies, the hushed forests and factories.
The rich and emollient quiet that that fills the spaces where we once had been.
