Open Choice
. for public domain
I happened on a forest clearing
in a ramble through the wood,
and found upon the sodded green
below me where I stood,
a note inscribed by blade on bone
written sometime past,
"Go back and hide among the trees,
or this hour be your last."
Not meant for me this dire plea,
and danger it betokened,
yet if it were still I'd choose
to live out in the open.
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