Angry Forest
With sharpened twig and jagged rock
the forest banded together to block
to block this intruder this maker of things
this creator of death that humankind brings
Rain drummed down the dancing trees
their war chants roused a wilder breeze
The man sat in a house of dead wood
safe in a meadow where forest once stood
was he really unaware of the forest's ire
or protecting himself by adding logs to his fire.
Copyright © Luann Pfost | Year Posted 2014
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