Polecat Creek wanders around this area, crosses a road here and there and, I suppose, ends up in the Arkansas River. I took artistic liberty and moved the creek a bit because I wanted it to be in this meadow backed by trees with brown leaves. We have trees, I think some may be oak, that do not lose their leaves suddenly but slowly over the winter and perhaps not entirely until new growth in the spring pushes them away.
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