There is no animal in this letter
-head, unless we count the wiliest
I ever hope to see, yet eluding all of
us. Yes, this creature roams the earth.
The elves themselves attest as much in
such tiny tracks away from huger prints,
sizing instantly the antisocial plodding on.
Slowly remind yourself of mysteries that the
forests own—or those that own the forests:
nymphs and fauns, lumberjacks—mostly
-miching monsters that pine to lie low.
Whatever sense of lying, if we know.
Such fauna also cast their thoughts
to you: be it little Ariel or Caliban
who live not only woods away
but nights in nests to spy on
us—roaming each alone
.
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