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The Mystery of the Hunt
It's the mystery of the hunt that intrigues me,
That drives us like lemmings, but cautiously-
The search for a bright square cloud-the scent of lemon verbena-
Or to learn rules for the game the sea otters
Play in the surf.
It is these small things-and the secret behind them
That fill the heart.
The pattern, the spirit, the fiery demon
That link them together
And pull their freedom into our senses,
The smell of a shrub, a cloud, the action of animals
-The rising, the exuberance, when the mystery is unveiled.
It is these small things
That when brought into vision become an inferno.