The Man in the Woods

The Man in the Woods

Midsummer’s dusk whispers
where Silver Birches creak,
swaying in the wind.

A mantle of shadows

-now you see him-

-now you don’t-

-now you see him-

moving in the underbrush,
feathery headgear
drawing attention away
from his yellow-fanged glow.

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