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.
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