I went for a walk, with a Wild Fox,
Trying to sort out the hens and the ducks.
Then I sat very still, wind whispering,
Intent?
Then I looked up.
No hens, no ducks, no whispers,
No up.
Just this.
with thanks to the Wild Foxes
Poetry and musings with a Zen and Transplant perspective.
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