Look, quiet
walk like a deer.
Shh, slowly
don't scare it.
See, watch
here they come.
Pick, mark
know your way.
Dip, gently
don't stir it up.
Cold, laughter
here comes warmth.
Feel, rub
which one is soft?
Wash, wander
find your way home.
In memory of my dad and his spot in the Haynesville woods.
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