Hay

Scent of hay,

And I’m transported. 

The first halting steps of finding me,

Of exploring and being explored,

Lying in a hay barn. 

Of scratched skin,

On unforgiving surface,

Trembling at a found new world. 

I breathe it all in,

Lingering in the pause,

The quiver. 

Before I carry on with my day. 

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