Within These Woods: Beaver

The original master carpenter
Raw materials of sticks and mud
Woven dams and all-season lodges
She swims silently to and fro accumulating
A cache of tree tops for winter’s approach
Ignoring my observing eyes
Until I come just a little too close
Her mighty tail crashes down on the water’s surface
And she is gone and all around are warned

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