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"Please, I've been wandering aimlessly," Whispered a breath among the trees.
In response rustled the leaves.
"Can you hear me?"
A pause followed the next breath.
"I'm tired and I want to go home."
The soul rest on its knees no longer wanting to roam.
Wearily her eyes scanned the trees.
"Please," She whispered again and waited for an answer on the breeze.
"Where is my mercy?"
Sympathetically the trees heeded the desperate pleas.
Carefully considered.
Then sent a fluttering of wings.
Just as softly as her whisper fluttered a black winged butterfly from her listeners.
"Have you come for me?" Whispered she ever so softly.
Soundlessly the butterfly flitted away.
Deeper into the forest.
Beyond the trees darkness was giving way to day.
After the mysterious creature she did stare.
But to follow deeper into the forest
She wasn't sure she dared
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There’s trouble in the forest
Where the wolf pups play
In between the trees
Down in the holes with the predator’s prey
Brews mischief mixed with magic
Brewing for days
Vindictive little fluffs hiding in their holes
Biding their time while pups played over the knoles
Oblivious to the devious chatter
To the pups nothing seemed to matter
As they yelped and they played
None seemed dismayed
Thus mothers and elders never stopped to ponder
If any of these pups decided to wander
Neither here nor there
Never thought to be caught in a bunny snare
For the pups were brave
From watching the elders all day
Although the forest where they play
Could also be their grave
One little glance
The pup only had half a chance
Before giving chase
A deadly race
Against little white prey in haste
Of leading the pup to what could be waste
Passed the rabbit hole and down the knole
To a patch where the Phoenix eggs usually hatch
Lay mistress Belladonna calmly in the shade
Here is where the usual predator would be persuaded into prey
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I no longer fear the dark for I have found a way to shine on my own
I no longer reach for a hand because I have wings
It was a fire that burned me
Ashes I became
Surrounded by darkness
Yet a spark of life remained and ignited into a flame
Just as abruptly as I fell
I’m determined to rise again
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Whispery trickster
Hopping along between the rabbit holes
Ill intending wolf pups smitten
Tempting with poisonous treats
Eaten by pups longing for sweets
Rendering the young helpless
Along the riverbank shore
Beckoning to their naive soul
Bringing them to a place unknown
Intending to lead them to their doom
Taking control of the predators of their own
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IF I wear my heart on my sleeve
WE'RE both going to be
TOO positively
AFRAID of the imagination's ability
TO seep into reality and
TRY to fulfill two lovers' fantasies
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Boldly you held out your hand with the sweetest of treats
Graciously I lapped from your palm
Unsuspecting of the one hidden behind your back
Swiftly just before that hand was cleaned
You’d had me snared and tied to a tree
My vision was blurry and my howls were mute
From the sweetness poisoning my tongue and throat
The moon beckoned but I could no longer call
For every night you would return with that treat glistening in your hand
And you would smile as I’d ravenously slurped it away
But one day I’d noticed you’d left me with a little less than before
I’d craved more
But the next night was still a little less than before
Until one night you appeared before me empty handed
My vision now clear
I could see what was truly before me
Not a man but a rabbit
Not a predator of me but prey
That’s when you realized your illusionary snare had faded away
I would choose your fate today
That’s when chase gave way and I watched you dive down the rabbit hole
Thinking you’re so clever and bold
But I was far wiser and much kinder
I turned to the pile of dirt you’d shoveled out to make that hole
And nudged it all carefully back into that empty space before sauntering away
Leaving you to rest in peace
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Beloved, I’m just the messenger
Lovely, this message only for thee
After conversing with the trees
Considered heeding of your pleas
Know this proffer is not temporary
But lay claim for eternity
Under the trees green canopies
Teeming with magical mystery
Tethered to the strong tree roots
Eternally engulfed in the forest and among the green
Roaming between the branches
Floating through the tall grasses
Laying along the riverbank shores
Yearning for the bustling city no more
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Quietly among the shade there lay another of the young gone astray
Tempted by the caress and whisper of the deadly mistress Belladonna
Tricks and traps splayed by ghostly furs
Continue to lead innocence to their graves
In efforts to transform the predators into prey
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Never have I ever chose a love so fine
As that day I chose to call you mine
Sunny was that day when I picked you up at Tractor Supply
Though I'm sorry to your sister you had to say goodbye
Unfortunately another was quicker to the phone
And she was off to another home
But lucky for me
Because I don't think I could handle both you and she
For my darling, Bucky
You aren't always a relaxing cup of tea
At first you didn't like to go out to pee
But once you figured out the dog door, my heart was filled with glee
We slept on the couch when you were too little to climb the stairs
Now you can get to my room and my stuff is strewn everywhere
Also thanks to you
I owe everyone in the house a new pair of shoes
I wish someone had warned me about how much little puppies actually like to chew
I just can't keep up with you no matter how many toys I buy brand new
But still I try because you're mine
The devious little puppy I got for Valentine's
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The trees
They live in this forest
They whisper they breathe
Wanderers can speak to the leaves
Often times seeking advice
For wandering into this forest
Many don’t think twice
Seemingly there be peace among the green
Lures adventurers not so keen
Lingers shadows of mischief unseen
But the trees they tell the tales
Just like men sitting around drinking old ales
If ever found without direction
One only needs to stop and listen
For the trees will make the connection
Either to lead the soul back home or drive them deeper into the dark unknown
In this forest it is for the trees to decide
Who is worthy of their time
Fate is determined by the heart
Sincerity of the question
Is meant to teach important lessons
Determined by the trees
These answers come with ease
Either leading the soul back home
Or deeper into the dark unknown
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