lune hazed birds tweet dolefully under humid sun
waiting for the moody day to shift towards night
I watch your shadow dig in the back garden by the pond
looking for a burrowing mole or toad
or some other foreign critter in the sandy dirt
you pause to catch your breath, sniffing the loam
after nibbling a blade of tall grass you continue on
as if there was no greater pleasure than
to smell the soil of a thousand years gone past
and to taste the dirt on your tongue
it is dark now as I call you in to dinner
still entranced by the scent of the quarry
you pause to inspect your work
but soon you will sense the fall of night
the changing wind and the need for food and rest
we will take a walk to the field later on
but the toads lining the walk will only entice
a token of minor interest compared to the cat
chased from under the hedge
I assume you do this for my amusement
as well as your own personal pleasure
but I am only the shadow
and you the mythic beast of joy
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