Whole pieces of moon fell into the creek at dawn
I watched them float feather like through the opaque mist
If you don't look you won't see...she said
Deeper into the woods
a compass
and an oak stick I have worn smooth where I grip with my right hand
Jack stops at Moon creek and drinks,
Cold water up to his dew claw
Pig leaps across and darts into the thicket after something
The woods has a wild silence
Though unseen, the animals are there, watching,
wild animals
wkm
Oxford
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