Out in the woods

where wild things go

you will find places

where animals

have worn down a path

just a faint bending of the grass

a branch bent back

impressions on the ground

where something has gone through

enough times the same way

that it made a trail

the woods are full of little roads like this

left by creatures of the night

who prowl the landscape

while we are adrift in dreams

places where they always go

instinct tells them

these paths lead them safely

toward escape or home.