Go up this mountain for the second time,
Today. Call for my dog I couldn’t find.
I turned my head a second, while I climbed,
And lost my Shadow, above the tree line.

It quickly became much too dark to see,
I fall into the stream, down the wrong side,
Of the mountain, my stick in front of me.
Hope I don’t hit a bear, nature’s my guide.

As soon as I decide to sleep up here,
I almost fall into a nest of roots,
In the middle of the stream, disappear,
Pull up some leaves, sleep away, nature’s truce.

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