She sits here in this unfamiliar place
far flung, widespread
the vast landscape sprawling.
Desolate wooden structures
dot through the woodlands blind
Abandoned tricycles,
Wendy house doors left open.
Why did everyone leave in a hurry?
Fled. The children aren't out to play today.
Perhaps tomorrow,
when the sun will poke through the sheltering peaks.
The squirrels will come to collect their nuts
not hide away in the bowels of the forest.
Perhaps she will see a smiling face,
or something that resembles.
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