Walking back in, like many times before.
desiring to get acquainted, much like folk lore.
Tales of being led through the woods by these birds
having the squirrels hang on all my words.
Foxes sharing berries, while I’m debating the owl.
Though a little stand offish at the wolves scowl.
None came true today, at least not yet.
That coyote waved goodbye! I’d almost bet.