I pick your scent
in the woods.
I follow your trail.
You leave me presents
along the path:
delicious morsels
and riddles
carved in trees.
How did you know I love riddles?
I follow your trail
all night.
At dawn
your trail leads me back
to your place.
Dinner is on the table
and the fire has been lit.
That’s not fair.
You know I can’t be tamed.
2014 November PAD Challenge, Day 14.
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