Caren Krutsinger Poet Prose Poetry

Oak Sprite Man and His Sixth Sense

Oak sprite man climbed up a piece of the bark 
To get a little higher, to peer into the bowels of the forest.
They were coming; he could sense them

They had not been in this part of the forest for a long time
Spider’s webs as large as a bull’s back should have deterred them
But he knew they were determined

What is it? His wife asked.
Shh! He cautioned her. I think it is humans.
Not this far out, she assured him. They would not dare.

But they did
And they built a house there.
After bulldozing his favorite tree.
He never forgave them
Played tricks on them for years
Just to show he could.

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Heather Crismond April 21, 2020 at 9:17 PM I really enjoyed this poem!! Everyone thought I was crazy when I told them a gremlin's been messing with me and moving my stuff around so I could never find what I just put down XD Thank you for the validation!! Caren Krutsinger April 22, 2020 at 3:22 AM I am visited by brownies, pixies, faeries and elves on a regular basis. My car keys and house keys have been missing for seven weeks; I know they will put them back after they are finished playing.

Maurice Rigoler April 21, 2020 at 10:28 AM Imagine the degree and extent of every animal revenge on humans who have treated the animal kingdom as theirs to do with as they selfishly please! Humans and animals are intricately and inseparately connected. / M

Eve Roper April 21, 2020 at 10:03 AM Great imagery, Caren, I loved reading. Stay safe and well. Hugs Eve Caren Krutsinger April 22, 2020 at 3:23 AM Thank you Eve. I had fun with this for sure.

Richard Lamoureux April 21, 2020 at 8:53 AM Delightful! This is a great way to start my morning. ;0) Caren Krutsinger April 22, 2020 at 3:24 AM How nice of you to say, Richard. Thank you!

Demetrios Trifiatis April 21, 2020 at 7:10 AM Too many trees have been cut down and too many houses have been built that we have to stand up and say enough is enough! Superb imagination dearest, Caren . Hugs xxx Caren Krutsinger April 22, 2020 at 3:24 AM We have bulldozed full grown trees three times to build three different houses; I always feel horrified when the trees go. Always!

Kim Rodrigues April 21, 2020 at 7:09 AM I want to know what tricks he played! Love the Spider’s webs as large as a bull’s back! Caren Krutsinger April 22, 2020 at 3:25 AM I think this could be my sequel. I may just have to do it, Kim. Thanks for the thought.

Winged Warrior April 21, 2020 at 5:47 AM Your imagination is beyond its years...books are needed... I want the first autographed copy...thanks my friend for your support...stay safe and best wishes from the Wingster :o) Caren Krutsinger April 22, 2020 at 3:25 AM Hahaha I think I do need to start compiling these before the Internet goes down for I only have them on computers.