In the November Woods

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    When I was walking in the woods one
    cold November day,
    I couldn’t see the little chipmunks or the
    squirrels at play.
    The trees were bare. The stream was ice.
    I didn’t hear a sound
    Except for my own footsteps thumping
    on the ground.
    I felt so lonely on the path that I sat
    down on a stone.
    Then I heard a sparrow call and knew
    that I was not alone.

    [illustration] Illustrated by Doug Roy