You are not lost, dear one
This wilderness is known to you
Feral scents have led you down the hidden tracks
Your paws have felt the secret paths softened by decaying leaves
Your whiskers have sensed the curves of tunnels formed over years of passage
Your wings have glided on the rising warmth of this place
Let your animal body guide the way
It doesn’t need a map or a well-trodden path
But surrender to its soft knowing and you will find yourself sure-footed once again