Footsteps

Partly cloudy, with thunder clouds,
Grey, and a hazy overcast,
The moist yet cool summer air
Wafts a smell like dirt and tree pheromones.
A spooky ambiance fills the path
And a hazy color, as heavy footsteps
Trod around me. I tread lightly,
Wondering if it is a squirrel or a walnut,
When a Mule Doe wanders onto the path.
It stares at me, and I speak to it,
And it runs away a bit, but follows
Beside me through the trail.
I hear its herd all around me,
As the animals make noises
And the birds, strange noises.