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Night Forest
When I was little I clenched my mother’s hand
too timid to let go
It was just us in a snow globe, that’s how small we were
Two delicate figures in the center, enveloped by striped ??????? trees
and falling snow and forest
anyone could shake it at any moment
I had to hold on tight
I remember tracing over her steps a pace or two behind
Our feet sculpting the pristine snow
like a potters hands gently shaping clay in all the right places
To create an elaborate pattern
But not really thinking about where to bend the clay next, just knowing
Big prints
little prints
Big prints
And that became the pattern
It was just us in a snow globe, that’s how small we were
2 delicate figures in the center, enveloped by striped ??????? trees
and falling snow and forest
anyone could shake it at any moment
I had to hold on tight
The moons light bounced off the snow
like a rubber ball bouncing off the pavement
illuminating my frightened face for all to see
For all the owls and ???????s and for whomever may shake the snow globe
Finally we stopped walking, there was no real destination after all
We stopped just because we felt like it
Just to stop, and take a moment to breath
a moment to look up at the night sky and take in the untouched beauty of this forest
and see the stars and the moon and the snow making a blanket over the ground
And I realized that the stars were splendid, superb, almost supernatural
And at that moment I chose to look back for the first time
and this time I wasn’t afraid of looking back, afraid of spotting somebody following us
but I saw something
An endless path of footprints
Big prints
little prints
Big prints
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