Trickster (fox trails)

When~ Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,~ One brushed by a trickster~ The other a guardian spirit~ I took the path I felt had the chance~ Of finding a fox, don’t know why~ But dread drummed like the woodpeckers~ The further I looked down the trodden path~ Those saplings, stretching out their infant arms.~... Continue Reading →

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