There was a whisp of shadow
that peeked around the tree,
I could smell a lovely blossom
Though a flower didn’t see,
The forest floor was crunchy
Announcing every stride –
causing shadows all about me
to scamper, run and hide –
I felt a presence watching
Was I doing something wrong?
I heard a distant chirping
wasn't anybody's song,
I never thought I’d die today
Location, somewhat queer –
A pleasant walk into the woods
Mistaken for a deer.
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