Where it leads, I do not know
Perhaps it’s only here for show
But what is that, a creature there?
Who looks completely unaware
Nary a movement does he make
I don’t think that he’s awake!!
I’ll walk ever quietly, to the door
This one I’ve never been before
Slowly, so he does not rouse
Toward the door, just let him drowse
Pray, the hinges will not creak
When I open the portal to take a peek
This gate was in the middle of nowhere on a nature trail. The little creature is actually the root system from a fallen tree!!
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