Janet K. Brennan - Bare Branches lyrics

He almost threw me, Wandering into the thick Bare branches strewn across the trail An old, dead tree, barring pa**age Familiarity, with a stranger Unaware of dangers in pa**ing . . . Through the wild! Old Pager, backing up on hinds bucked a mighty storm to relieve me from his back As I held on to something, that should have pa**ed me by Fear oozing from his soul kicking dust into the heaven With one last mighty heave . . . Steadfast Sweet consolations . . . whispers and I the victor, master My beast, forever mine Yet, I not his . . . wondering when he will grow weary, tiring My weight, heavy upon his silken flanks . . . That I may move on