Far away from the road,
in the thickest part of the forest,
I pretended I wasn't scared,
by pretending I knew the way.
In a half closed eyelid of sky,
I saw those crows and barred owl,
as omen in the cold-
earlier in the day I watched them,
and didn't feel this way.
Faster in a larger circle I wandered,
shoved ahead by boney finger thoughts:
of how my skull will frighten a hunter next year.
And the rest of me scattered by coons,
grateful for the good meal.
It was then,
that I saw the smoke,
rising from your chimney.
Your cabin was close enogh for me to shout.
You waved ,
and never knew,
how glad I was,
to see you.
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