I stood in the clearing

and he looked o’er the edge

He said, “Have you food?”

(just in my head)

 

I did not, my regret

But I sang him a song…

and he stayed and he listened

and let me belong.

 

I stood in a clearing

still as can be.

Sought not but waited…

and he came to me.

 

Shelley Rae Bell

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