I Feel All Powerful
Invisible predators are sleuthing through the woods,
gaining on me, hoping I will fear them.
I do not so they disappear.
A mad sorcerer sits in a large black elm tree,
biding her time, waiting to swoop down and
catch me up in her giant net.
I laugh, and she disappears.
Thousands of wild hogs begin racing
to my hiding spot, ready to tear me apart
and spread my meaty pieces all over the meadow.
I take my eraser and snuff them all out,
satisfied with my power today, and my ability
to keep myself alive in spite of dire imaginary circumstances.
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