you wander
through the woods
aimlessly.
the animals get still and quiet,
wondering
what you are doing there,
off the paved
path
with your stick
and boots, stepping
carefully through the soft
ground.
they whisper
to one another, snake to snake,
bird to bird.
fox to fox,
let him pass, he's lost,
he's thinking
about some girl, it's what
he does
when things don't last.
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