I waltzed into the forest With my rifle in hand Then all the animals fled But reapproached, slow and shy With puppy love in their eyes: The bird wanted to show me how to fly The beaver, how to build a dam The bear, how to fell a buck The cricket, how to play violin The stars, how to twinkle At just the right moment When poets look up Or love is threatened The tree, how to shade a squirrel Or provide a home For the owl or ant The monkey, how much we were alike And how to lose yourself For your young I've learned all their little secrets And hidden stores But wanted to fly So much more
Reason for writing:
I do not know what prompted me to write this poem, but I feel that it might have some merit. I hope everyone enjoys it.
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