Wilderness Ways
Whispers of the lost,
those are the sounds the wild woods make
when you lose your way.
Angry bears track your mind,
shadow-wolves slip in and out of nearby trees.
Then you find the gate at the end
of a city park,
wind-swept whispers scatter dire thoughts.
A well-known and well-trod path,
yet it still finds you alone and listening.
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