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.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2020
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