The cinnabar forest was gleeful.
Its leaves & boughs danced
Whenever anyone entered,
Causing light & shadows to move back & forth.
It lured guests with its granny smith apples
& the promise o’ cover from the rain,
Which especially helped the homeless & hungry.
So enticed were the forest’s guests
That they found they ne’er wanted to leave.
They couldn’t…
They wouldn’t last long ’nough.
All that might remain were a few bones
Hocked up from the great mouth o’ the cinnabar forest.
& the wood’s branches & leaves swayed ’gain;
Pleased to have its stomach filled ’gain.
The Happy Cinnabar Forest
2013 October 30
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