His mom's soft voice carried him to the woods
Every five-year old loves for a visit with imagined
Friends as they frolicked or stood
Fretting in the dark, awaiting the serpentine
Adversary to steal the honey. Swaddled
Loosely in covers, knees to chest,
Under the spell of a bear addled,
Mostly happy and leaving the best
Part of worry to his piglet friend
Who taught how, enlarged, a mind
Often magnifies and mulls and tends,
Over and over, to seek and find
Zeal in the running possibility:
Landing in a trap or defying gravity.
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