a poem

It seems so common now but it was strange not long ago.



I came to live in a very quiet place without friend or foe.


Far away from others, I play in the forest with the wild creatures.


They have been my best friends and some are my teachers.


Once a woman came here and said it is too quiet for me.


I thought- I like this better than any city I could see.


The animals scurry along and mostly come out at night.


Sometimes they run to your side and it gives you a fright.


My thoughts are much calmer now and I sleep  very well.


I love living here away from mankind, for it had become Hell.


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