the woods still drip and are saturated a few inches deep

I’ve never seen fungus spring up so quickly and vividly. little moisture and rot really begins. the drought dedicated limbs creak and moan with the surface moisture that clings. there is the snort. focused on the fungus I didn’t notice the deer fifty feet away–holding still waiting for me to go away. I guess I’ve deluded the male with his threatening snort because I’ve gone back to the porch so they can feed. and so they do and so close.


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