The Hawk

Once upon a mid-day dreary, as I wandered, weak and weary, through a forest so dark and spooky. While I was napping, I heard a flapping from behind. Looking back, I saw only black, when all of a sudden I was stopped in my tracks, by a hawk which swoooped by my head. As I traveled to a city filled with gold, I would say to myself: "Only the path and nothing more." The trail was hard to see through this dark forest, but all I saw was a bird perched in a tree that spoke the word: "Nevertheless." When I came to the city filled with gold I said to myself: "Now only the gold and nothing more." Soon I saw the hawk which, turned his head and said: "Nevertheless."