Offspring of the Wood
We locked eyes
you and I;
your onyx rounds
held me in their grip
until my mind was read.
Brother of the woods
I wish no harm;
your sensuous visage,
displaying its power,
cannot match the engine’s bulk...
Go back brother deer
go back and beautify
the greenwood;
you do not need my world;
the collector’s are unkind.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2020
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