Tracking the Fresh

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I found this track within the mud

As I was traveling onward

Unknown in its origin

It’s got me looking forward

For the footprint holds its promises

Something rather large

Something rather frightening

Perhaps e’en set to charge

I am certain it’s quite dangerous

But certain too it’s fresh

The life I’ll find behind next bend

Is certain to impress

But then I turn the corner

Eyes scanning at all heights

There nothing new awaits me

Nothing yet to give me frights

So onward I keep marching

Expectation grows

For revelation moment

When track gives way to toes

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