Every leaf that fell...
Every Leaf That Fell...
Every leaf
that fell
Had a story
to tell…
Barren stood
the tree.
Appalling,
yet in glee.
Standing tall
on ground,
Where felons
did hound.
Caliginous
mist,
With its
trunk did twist.
Wrapping it
upside down
Frisking
boughs around.
‘Don’t go
there,
haunted is
the very air.
Those trees…
that mist surround,
will devour
thee, making no sound.’
I heard
them say.
The trees... looking for prey!
Alluring
with sweet sound,
Spreading
sugary aroma around.
They beckoned
to the trap,
And gulped
the innocent chap!
A leave
that fell without sound,
Hummed a
song.
When I
wasn’t found...
For long!
For long!
Shristee
pic courtesy: Annie Spratt
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