The Way of The Way is Revealed

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I didn’t know my way,

When I set out this morning,

Turned out there was no need,

Because I was led.

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As I chose my own way,

The buzzard, she chose me,

Flew over my path,

And drew me to her.

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‘This entrance’, she said,

This part of the forest,

Just follow my lead,

I won’t steer you wrong.

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So I let the dogs loose,

And I hardly see them,

They exit so quickly,

Merge into the bush.

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My eyes follow

Her recent path,

My footfalls fall with me.

I can only trudge, as she has floated.

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I don’t have to wait long,

She lingers for me,

Perched on a birch,

As bare as is stark,

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So I can’t mistake her