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Hidden In Oak Forest

Unicorn had to find a good hiding spot.
So she chose the best place she knew.
Forest of the giant monster oaks.
She had permission of tree that grew.

You can hollow out a bit, he said.
I will maintain your secrets, keep you safe.
She had elf helpers who did the chiseling
Especially fond of head guy named Rafe.

Rafe assured her his brownies kept quiet.
She was not concerned, she knew them all.
This is how she came to hide in the oaks.
They kept her secluded, towering so tall.

No one ventured forth in this magical place.
She was free to roam whenever she chose.
People were terrified of this forest space.
They often are scared of luminous glows.

For at night the unicorns have a skipping dance.
The faeries, elves and brownies and butterflies galore.
They had so much fun their muses would prance.
And the oak trees kept them safe forevermore.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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