Last walk for a while;
Will there be any wild bears?
Or blue unicorns?
A short gap of time
Gives the walk some poignancy--
Future remembrance.
They keep on falling,
Swept along in the cars' wake.
Soon they'll all be gone.
It's Maggy's back yard,
Filled with herbs and tasty bites;
Good place for a pee.
Never bored by shadows--
Dark reflections of substance.
Look! I've become one!
Liquid lake of light
Lies glistening the woods,
Tempting me to dive.
It's buzzing again--
Chain saw mosquitoes rip wood
Deep in the forest.
Leaves capture the sun,
Holding it in yellow vaults
As it struggles free.
As it struggles free.
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