The lady in the black boots that stopped three inches below her knees waded into the brambles covered in rich black berries for the picking at the edge of the darkened woods. Her wolf hound at her side she watched as the little witch rabbit burrowed near the oak tree that was hard to see in the midst of the ash and dog woods that hid a scene from the sky so those that thought they were gods above.
What names we say that move so slow and quick for us no ways to know.
a crush of the air
a push of the sea
old seasoned sticks
the iron cauldron whisked
spits of fire to tend
Be still and listen
One day I will tell you a story
In time we See the evil cloak its self in Good.
A story old in time we show again
You can't escape the figure eight
Hey Charlie though we catch a ride
If you See the snake stand by and watch it eat its Sssssself.
From lines here and there, and there and there
A diameter and a radius
colours you can't imagine you could See
a star glows spin
uncloak the glamour bird of prey
I have the ear up of Anubis you say
a whisper and a leaf of green to grow
a place of beauty for him to stay
by the banks of the water trees
a song of birds a job well done
Love mOm
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