trees,
great beasts of old.
ancient not just in age, but in nature,
standing tall, watching all
wise things, trees, knowing all they see
no words do they speak,
with no eyes they see,
they listen to the soft whisper of mycelia and roots,
tells them all they know
Posted in response to the challenge Trees.
The creature peered out from behind a boulder. Its single red eye glinted in the moonlight. There was nothing but darkness where the other eye should’ve been.
Je suis un corbeau avec un plumage noir. J’aime les bijoux. J’aime aller au parc. Je vois une femme avec un collier. Je veux le collier.
Alors, je fondre sur elle et prendre le collier. Je suis un content corbeau!
Now, I know it may seem common, even shallow —
to answer with such a simple thing,
but 'tis what draws my heart —
the Fox, silver fur, dancing in moonlight.
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