The Canoeist
“Beware! He’s Watching.” ********** His ears suddenly perked up. He lifted his head, put his nose to the air. He could smell it almost as soon as he heard the boat’s engine cut off. “Humans.” His keen nose soon confirmed it. The mixed aroma of campfire smoke,...
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Adirondack
Author’s Note: I never know when or how a story or verse will arrive. They always seem to appear out of nowhere and catch me off guard. This poem originally came to me while I was standing in my kitchen making a big pot of wild turkey soup, which...
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