twisted trees

A twisted oak coiled round its self the perfect home for a mouse.

He climbed up a twisted branch and made his peace there, he built a nest of twine in the hollow center.

twine woven in brade, ants climbing up in parade. the army came to a hault and flead, they

feared for their lives and would rarther not be dead.

 

the stars a gemstone, the moon an ivory marble in a get jar.

 

the perfect place to ponder high up in the tree the only ones there where my mind and me...

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◄ close to the twighlight

cats get in the way ►

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