Hunting For Pan
It’s said that, if you find Pan
when he’s unaware, he has to give you his
magic panpipes.
I do covet that sound;
that ethereal, lilting, chiming
sound; it’s tranquilizing harmony.
And so, I’ve hunted him since I was a kid;
in every greenwood, forest and hedgerow;
every mountain and emerald dale.
Ever-elusive faun...I feel as though
he’s watching me; they also say...
the trees will cloak him...
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