The thing of the forest
The thing of the forest
ancient,
tired.
it sat under the rubber tree
water biting its ankles
ants kissing its toes
the other things
stood
away
from
it
alone
ancient,
wise,
alone.
zig zag
went the python
maw primed
head aligned
it spoke one word
the serpent became a rope
tongue tied
tired of the rain
it closed its eyes
born of shaded skies
the thing of the forest was no more
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