Unable to ignore the call
from the wild
from an unknown voice
some mystery siren song
calling me deep
into the dark
without a stick to prod
the muddy surface
I go blindly
following the
enigmatic shepherd
whose cane taps at empty spaces
Keeping the foxes at bay
from the bloodied cuts
on my ankles
by running faster down the hills
with no time
to smell the roses
An upturned beetle
legs exposed
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