What is it I search to seek

always on the prowl

wanting ever more to eat

an inner hungry growl,

weeping into places unknown

no rhyme or even exception

an overflowing gilded pot

digressing its destination,

softly footing the padded woods

engulfing all its forest

waters babble along the way

inquire the lonely tourist.

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