On my way home
a patchwork of gray before me.

Listening to my gentle, quiet memories…
humming to some words I don’t remember.
Bumpety bump…a thud here and there.

Trees rising on both sides
my own parting of the waters.
The glitter above pushes its way
through the throng of blackness.

Screech!
We stare at each other, respectfully.
I for the wonder of nature,
he – the fear of man.

He runs away to safety
and I to mine.

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