My sister was the one
--once upon a time--
Who told me about snipe hunting.
She said the snipe was a hoax.
A trick to send people off into the woods
Seeking what doesn't exist.
What cannot be found.
Like when we would ask newbies
To go get "ice mix" for the ice maker
And never tell them we just filled it with water.
Decades go by.
The birds called me out into the woods.
They got me lost
in the pages of guidebooks
Wherein I found
--to my puzzlement--
that the snipe is indeed a real thing.
A type of wading bird.
Fat bodied, long of beak
(If one is into that sort of brutal thing)
But hard to find.
Just cleverly hidden in plain sight.
So much of what I know
Is subject to change at any moment.
I think this is a good thing,
But every now and then I am not sure.
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