Ode to Edgewood

A silent, peaceful, little lane

Shimmering from recent rain

All silent except for a chirp of a bird

All of a sudden, out of the fog

A person begins to appear

The animals come to peer

Why is someone out on the chilly day

Some go back and hide

Some stand around and stay

A long while later the person comes out

He pauses a few minutes

Then goes back to the fire inside

The animals, all in their beds

Mull over the seen over in their heads