The wind was resting
and the trees and tall grasses
spoke differently to me
than when in motion.
Walking along the silent path
I heard no sound
and saw no motion.
Only my footsteps intruded.
The birds did not fly about
neither did they grace the dawn with song.
It was close to being eerie —
as if something were waiting to happen.
By the time I turned around
to wander homeward
the slightest breeze touched my forehead.
Then, three crows climbed into the sky
from a nearby pond
and their cawing broke the spell.
A rabbit dashed in front of me
and I felt as if the world had been turned on again.

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