HZH ( / California)

Elusive

Slipping beneath fallen leaves,
Under brushes
Through scattered broken branches
The Snake hunts.

Early days and early nights.
You come and go
With exceptional speed,
And gracefully
You stop and tarry
With care,
Elusive and wary,
Not a moment to lose.
For something, something
Calls you to go.
So go with the moment.
Move on with intent.
Toward something unseen
Of secretive scent.
It calls you to comb
An unstoppable roam
Through alleys or fields
Never to home.
Seeking and searching,
Stopping and staring,
Then onward again,
It is your defense.
For something, something
Calls you to go.
Something calls
To where? You don't know.


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