Twig snaps off in the distance

man or beast. May be one in the same.

Sun is no help. Yawning, about to hide

in Riverdale Woods.

Would rather the sound of the nearby river

or the wind gusting through the trees.

Suddenly remembering a home of younger days

North of here where the brush has grown around.

A younger boy dreaming of a journey and prayer

in Riverdale Wodds.

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