gifts of the forest, by Larry Morris

The

desert

is

almost

always

still:

in

the

forest

there

is

always

movement

wind

in

the

trees

little

creatures

crawling

around

birds

swooping

from

branch

to

branch

squirrels

and

chipmunks

then

the

deer

who

stare

at

you

across

the

abyss

of

time.