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Bobcat

The hushed lavender light of
evening
rustles over the sun bleached
hillsides of early autumn
The soft wind
ripples between my fingers
From the fading
depths
of the hills,
a warm shadow rolls towards me
Her velvet paws crinkle
the grass, her eyes glaze
my face,
with the wisdom of the
ancient oak tree,
the song of the harvest moon,
and the perfume of the
shy wild flowers.


Elsinore Smidth, Age 13
2001 Grand Prize Winner
Greenwood School Mill Valley, California
Teacher: Devika Brandt

 

 

 

 

 
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