It Feels Like The Wild
written by: Karol Nielsen
The snow sounded like buffaloes running across the roof. The turkeys that squabbled below my window could have been in a bar fight. Briefly, the fox and her kits came out of hiding from the rock wall cave in the front yard. Without her mother, the fawn curled up at the base of a tall tree in the back yard. Once, my nephew said we should take the kayak and paddle across the lake to look for bears in the woods. When I visit my parents in the Connecticut suburbs it feels like the wild.
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