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The Hide
She places her hand gingerly on the door to the hide,
turning the knob slowly and pulling the door open wide,
she enters the hide quietly closing the door,
the dampness thick in the air this close to the thaw,
making her take a sharp intake of breath,
turning her pallor into that close to death,
she opens up the centre panel for a complete view,
removing her lens cap for something to do,
she sits silently for an hour without a sighting,
there always used to be wildlife here, splashing and fighting,
but she cannot hear the birds in the reeds or trees,
as she rubs life gently back into her tired knees,
after waiting for a further three hours,
she uses his camera on the varied flowers,
before leaving the soon to be derelict hide,
she checks for his carved name down the left side,
it is still there with all of her old friends,
she takes a picture of the names from both ends,
disheartened she sets off back to her car,
with yet another man made scar.
Copyright © Calliope 2003
