介绍:
Bedazzled by bristles,
bewhiskered with points,
lumbering
on clumsy joints-
shuffling along
knobby branch of pine;
rattling quills
along his spine,
he nestles into
branch of chair,
settles down
to evening air-
tightly tucked
and in between
shade of spruce;
sweet evergreen,
quiet prince of timber, he
needles into limb
and tree;
claims this place-
ah, forest throne,
to wind and woodlands
he calls home.
-Rebecca Kai Dotlich
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