Paw prints in the dirt,
a strong steady pace set by one determined.
The prints draw closer together as the path splits, a decision made, the prints resume their even spacing.
Down a gully and over a tree,
up the hill cresting the ridge.
Two sets of prints meet, circle,
together the prints lope down a path .
Splashing through the stream to the sandy beach,
irratic paw prints showing joyous playing.
Up the tall hill to where the moon shines down,
two sets of prints close together where they sat.
As the dawn arrives bringing a new day,
two sets of prints go opposite directions slowly.
Two sets of paw prints, two hearts beating with love shared,
but one Spirit dancing together.
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This was written by Whitewolfmoon
This and other good pagan poetry can be found at http://www.geocities.com/Athens/Troy/8051/
