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Written for Mousie's monthly poetry contest Round 4. |
| My mind wanders, roams across meadows of verdant green, through forests of budding leaves, and blooming flowers. My spirit wonders at the animals that gather around and follow me as I walk the paths of meditation. Animals pregnant, with anticipation and expectation of the stories and the poems I will write. And strolling among the peaceful creatures of contemplation, Wolf Runner, the feral female, her hunger sated by the bounties of an abundant spring waits for the birth of inspiration. |