| The sky is dark as I step out my door, and quietly walk o'er the forest floor.
Silent as can be I go, no animal or bird will know.
I quietly ascend my stand, my trusty bow clutched in my hand.
They won't hear and they won't see, my vantage point up in the tree.
As daylight breaks I have to say, "What better way to start the day".
I feel when I am in my tree a special gift from God to me.
The rosy rising of the sun, I sit and watch no need to run.
The birds awake in joyous song, grateful that the night is gone.
Yet other woodland creatures head, into the woods where they will bed.
For darkness is their chosen time, to frisk about and then to dine.
No doorbells or no ringing phones, my time out here is mine alone.
No "have to cook", no "have to clean", which sometimes makes me downright mean.
No errands and no grocery lists, my time out here is total bliss.
No schedules that I have to meet, no deadlines that I have to beat.
No hurry here or hurry there, which makes me grumpy as a bear.
I watch the little squirrels play, they make me smile throughout the day.
And all the birds that I do see, sing a sweet song just for me.
Fox, coon or possum I might see, a fawn, a doe, a buck maybe.
The sun's now setting in the west, I know I did my very best.
I sit until it's time to go, it doesn't matter "don't ya know".
My chosen quarry didn't show, I never got to draw my bow.
I leave as quietly as I came, careful not to spook the game,
For one day soon I will be back and opportunities will not lack..
Oh "what a waste" some would say, for sitting in a tree all day.
But I have learned a successful hunt, doesn't always mean a buck.
It's not just the excitement of the kill, but experiencing all that nature will
Place before one who will see, and become a part of what will be.
It wasn't fruitless, not for me, a glorious day spent in my tree.
Katheen Griese
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