The sound of a woodpecker as it pounds,
The crash of a deer as away it bounds,
The rustle of wind in an owl’s down,
The creak of a pine in it’s evergreen gown.
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The roar of the wind as it blows,
The trickle of a creek as it flows,
The chatter of squirrels as they scold,
The chill air gripped in a wintry cold.
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The icy crystals begin to fall,
The cold weather starts to call,
A mountain frozen on it’s peak,
A mouse caught in a hawk’s sharp beak.
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The cry of a panther, loud and clear,
The sight of a blizzard as it draws near,
Under the storm, the forest will reel,
In a Montana winter, cold as steel
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