A wonderful walk

There was I

Walking in the forest

Resting my mind

Of its daily burdens

The dog following

Some enticing scent

Here and there

I stopped looking at the intricate

Design erosion had cut

Into the bark of a dead gum

I took a picture 

Thru the screen of the mobile

The face of a forest spirit appeared

A wrinkled and weather beaten face

Fierce eyes assessing me,

The human, the trespasser,

The destroyer of his domain

Age had not mellowed his mien

He let me pass

I was on my best behaviour

Turning around lest I disturbed him

A joey, was looking at me

We stood mesmerised 

With each other appearance

He didn't move

While I shot a picture

I spoke a few words

To which he listened

I looked around 

Looking for mum

Nothing emptiness filled the air

The spell was broken 

Only when I thought about

Looking after him

And taking a step towards him

He bounded away

The dog had not seen it

Nor smelled it

I continued on my way

My mind in awe, chastened

When I saw laying on the ground

A small black and white feather

A chough feather one from their wings

I picked it up

As I walked away 

I suddenly realised 

One had turned into two

Where I picked one

Two I held.

Such a wonderful walk.

Lucette C. Bailliet

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