Running

A man keeps running, deep in the forest

He’s fit and he’s clad in an athlete’s garment

He passes tall trees and low bush in the valley, he runs on foot paths along winding streams

Balanced, well-focused on each step he takes, he bothers least even of his own grand dreams

 

The one-eyed magpie sits on the footpath reflecting

Sublime she is, she goes on with her own daily routine

Never is she bothered of others, surely not of a human being

Though she’s seen this man before and let him go by passing

.. to be continued..

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