take me the way
the Wild Things go
over the snowy hills and the
dirt warmth below
take me the way of
pleasure and pain
as long as you always
lead me home again
take me the way
of the Wild black crows
the tumbling badgers and
fleet footed fawns
take me the way
the Wild Things go
to drink from a creek
fed by melting snow
take me away
lead me by the hand
no need to know
where I go
only where we land.
– 12/6