Swiftcurrent Creek from the kiri tree

An unusual thing in these parts and a surprising one to hear here. Danica listened with appreciation to the entirety of it. When the little wolf said it was her turn, she laughed. "Sorry, little fox, I don't do poetry. Love to listen, though." Danica wasn't introspective enough nor flowery enough for that pastime. Art critique and appreciation were more her forte.

"So, is the leaf lonely because it sits alone spouting words to the wind," she asked wryly. She didn't know if the poem was literal or not but it did pose a funny picture.