Full of fanciful desire
wander to the trees
dawn just now is happening
birds call out to me.
Don't care about material
harts run where they will
structure not important
rhyming just a drill
trying to find freedom
beyond the things we see
everyone is different
snowflakes eventually
but for now being a deer
heading to the woods
dog looks up noticing
back yard scents confused
his people are still sleeping
but out there what happens?
autumn brings it out in me
bright frost and strong desire
paths are chosen without thought
instinct blood repaired.
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