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I fell into a restful slumber
in woods beneath the living lumber
and while I was asleep I dreamed
(or at least that's how it seemed)

While visiting the land of nether
during rare warm winter weather
my mind expanded,to include all
from wood mites to trees so tall

They'd all joined in a great debate
ruled by calm reason not by hate
they elected a wise owl to speak
and thus end their silent streak

He silently flew down toward me
as I rested there below the tree
then woke me pecking on my boot
instead of loosing a loud hoot

On seeing him I had a start
then let out a lordly fart!
causing him his wings to flap
unsure if it was gas or crap

When the breeze had cleared the air
he fixed me with unblinking stare
and said I'm glad it's you I found
you're often in these woods around

Hence you know how very true
the message I'll now send through you
we don't mind the hunting sort
to even us it's a great sport

And cutting forests here and there
leaving former woodlands bare
become lush thickets lasting years
providing food for birds and deers

Change and death are part of life
indeed, in nature they run rife
but when towns and cities sprawl about
that is what makes the wildlife shout

For when the building and the paving's done
our only homes are then forever gone
then he spread his wings and sailed away
I guess he had no more to say

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I guess I must be a space cadet lol. Thanks for the catches..............stan

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You have not only created a great poem, but made a statement. I see deer and racoons, and all manner of small animals, all the time around our city. But I just had a thought after reading your poem: I think maybe that they are scouting us out, trying to spy on us, so that THEY CAN TAKE OVER! THEY NEED SOMEPLACE TO LIVE! Nice work, smooth, and a joy to a rhymer. ~ Gee

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Between them and the "Aussie invasion" we won't have a chance lmao. Thank you for your kind comment.............stan

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When I wrote it I knew you would get a "blast" out of that stanza lol................stan

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Now I know for sure you are a ‘wood-poet’ and you are very well honed on all trees, jungles, valleys, rivulets and streams. This is another fab piece of yours.

Is a wood poet the same as a block head? lol.Thank you for taking time to read and comment............stan

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