A POEM A DAY - DEN



Walking on the Carrascal hillside I am always aware of the unseen. Mainly the wild boar whose presence is evident in the digging and rooted earth they leave behind each night. Sometimes I walk through an area with a strong, pungent smell where boar must be nearby.  Other woodland creatures also live and move beneath the trees, fox, rabbits and small rodents along with snakes and all kinds of insects. At this time of year as leaves fall their dens are move obvious. I resist the temptation to peep inside the hidden holes, beneath ivy, dug into stone walls or the roots of the holm oak.  


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