Lees Tree
up the steps into the oak he slithered
like a snake, but not gnarly, old or withered
it’s our friend Lee, I whispered to my sis.
he’s as slippery as a snake with a soft hiss.
you are beyond pathetic, my sis said to me.
there is nothing magical or mystical about that tree.
I did not see anyone enter or leave.
She is ruled by her head, I guess she did not see.
Being clairaudient and clairvoyant too,
I saw what I saw in those woods, and it was a hue
a ghostly apparition that walked into that oak tree.
I know it was my freshly deceased friend, Lee.
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