Webinar recorded July 18 2022
As the twinkling of the last star fades
The morning mists arise
The secrets of the forest lie
Beneath their earthly guise
The mossy duff exudes
An ancient aromatic lure
Of reproductive readiness
Irresistible and pure
A bouquet of love, and want and spice
Rivulets arise
Invisible on morning air Belie
A subterranean surprise
The damp silence, split by echoes
The jingle of a dog
The gravel crunches underfoot
In the eastern mountain fog
The huffing puffing quadruped
Detects the ancient scent
His head snaps to, he drops his nose
To find the hunts intent . . .
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