.......

An old hermit of the hills
whose tiny hut amongst the thick
growth of tall trees and
tangled brambles beside the narrow river
had never seen
a visitor...
had never heard a knock on
the door,
was walking along a trail upon which
no foot had ever fallen, save his own.
He was walking slowly along, head down,
practically in a trance,
when suddenly he
bumped into someone who was gazing
up into the trees trying to get a glimpse of
a bird singing a loud melodious song.
The old hermit was very surprised.
And so was I!
We embraced, my long lost friend and I.
You just never know who you will run into when
you go hiking alone in the woods!
-ovia